Ankyra Sound every tomb, every sea, spit the bones from your teeth

He hadn't gone forth to conquer the beach, yet. But it was on his mind, even as he filled the caches or checked the borders, an incessant nagging the likes of which he'd never felt before. A sense of possessive something, in part because of his lost rank and also because of Yami's suggestion that he take it back. He was investigating the borders for another loop of the territory when he spotted a figure approaching their claim.

Her call sounds across the -- well, the Sound. He's already near, and closes the distance while she is distracted.

Who're you? Firefly asks as soon as he's within earshot; he is not a leader any longer, but he isn't really sure they have one right now, so whatever.