Ankyra Sound five nights

She nearly missed the approach of the boy, but she had heard him as he drew nearer; one ear cupped in his direction before she turned to look at him. Though the color of her eyes was a deep and dark blue, there was a welcoming sparkle that presented itself in them as she regarded the other who came toward her as a wolf. The breeze revealed that he was of Rusalka, too, and instantaneously Tunerk saw him for what he would become to her: a new friend!

Her tail waved despite the scrutiny in his gaze; she did wither some, before it (accepting her place beneath him in the hierarchy), though it changed nothing of her mindset. She had made it up, and that was that. She was reminded very much so of Caiaphas, but his build was entirely different. Far more similar to her own, in fact. His inquiry was answered promptly: Tunerk! came her voice, which revealed she was glad to meet him (though lacked the social grace to say as much). Who are you? Her tail had yet to stop in its gentle, left-and-right tandem, ears pricked as she watched and waited. Her attention was entirely for him, that much was clear.