Ankyra Sound second chances

things had been too quiet for the sylph's preference. never once forgetting the danger that lurked above the sound, caiaphas limped along on patrol. no new deposits, no new markings, no new anything at all from drageda was detected on her borders (surprising to the siren, who had become accustomed to coming across their insulting scents daily)-- perhaps the drageda wolves had finally learned rusalka was simply here to stay.

with or without them.

she did not expect to come across firefly - least of all with a youth in tow -- but as she saw his familiar form filtering through the trees, the sylph padded carefully towards him. the yearling that tagged behind him was given a curious glance, but it was firefly in which caiaphas' gaze rested, wondering what the nature was of this particular endeavor.