Ankyra Sound it will fill your lungs, if you'll have it

He spots the dark shape by the seaside and moves to investigate; but he is still sore about the defeat of Rosalyn, the threat of the battle upon the unborn she carries, and thinks to himself — perhaps he will have his way with this friend of Vaati as compensation. The thought slips from his mind as he nears where she was eating, finding a crushed crab with scattered parts and little meat to spare. She has already shifted across the sand and put distance between them, quick and agile, and besides, he likes the way her body moves. It suits him to feign interest in the rocks along the shoreline, the tangled webs of green that net fragmented shells and stones and detritus together; he roams, drawing closer and closer, but keeps his head down as if he does not see her. He spares fleeting glances when he thinks she is not wise to his interests.