Ankyra Sound wasteland, baby

for a few seconds their eyes met, one knowing, one clouded by unknowing -- caiaphas breathed evenly, though the motion of her ears betrayed her uncertainty. if this was larus, surely it was his skin only -- for the wolf who glanced back at her looked lost beyond reckoning.

for a moment the sylph felt the urge to call for others, to reinforce what she was seeing -- but how then would she explain to her company who he was? he was a ghost of her past, and none of her packmates would know him. "larus," the siren intoned again, as if to reassure herself it was indeed the boy she had once raised by the sea. "what happened to you?"