Ankyra Sound He greets me with kisses when good days deceive him.

Set around midnight.

It was a struggle for the beast to sleep comfortably ever since the battle on the ridge. This was to be expected. Many of the Rusalkans came back battle-weary and broken, and much of Firefly's wound-tattered body held scores of fresh and bloody desecration. He tried to sleep within the caves; for a while that worked, but after discovering the cat that had snuck its way inside, his nerves would not let him go anywhere near the hollow. He was agitated. Manic. Plagued by the scent of the vermin whether they were rid of it or not (that thread is ongoing~), sleep slipped away from him and Firefly was left to pace along the shoreline — and while he could feel the drum beat of the tide sweeping in and out, he could not hear the waves. His mind was buzzing, and sleep would not come.