Ankyra Sound Didn't have a dime but I always had a vision

Tunerk had come to the same mindset as her very own brother. Curious how now and then the familiar scent would grow stronger, only to wane; she supposed it coincided with how much she thought of Aningan and Sos, only for her mind to drift to her desire to hunt and hunt well. She wanted to get food for Caiaphas, and for others, too—she had heard that there might be easy fare just laying there on the sands that the tide brought in.

That would be nice. She could collect edible things and contribute that way.

As she moved, she thought again about her brothers. The thought of them did bring about that peculiar scent, and she never minded it; it made Rusalka feel all the more like home, in a way, though it did make her yearning to see their faces all the stronger. But she could not stop; she kept them with her this way. Could they hunt? Or did they resort to beachcombing, as she must...?

Her luck was fortuituous this day. For the tide had brought in something quite massive... perhaps the night before, as it seemed dry from this distance. Here, the way the other lay, it looked more bear than wolf—she had heard stories of great white beasts in the North, and her steps hastened. Any other colors were lost in the haze of her still wild imagination; what sort of sign was this?

...What if it was alive? Could it be? She was taught caution, too, as a cub. Her tail waved left and right but stilled as she paused, testing: Nanuq?