Ankyra Sound The annual parade of the mysterious hooded figures

No answers were forthcoming, so Dragomir followed along in silence. They passed through the edge of the forest where the trees thinned out and the soil gradually transitioned from fertile loam to sand. Reedy grasses tickled his face as he padded through them, feeling less and less steady on his paws the further they went. He wanted to ask again, but knew his manners; it was rude to pester.

He, too, heard the unintelligible yelling in the distance. Dragomir stopped and picked up his ears, craning his neck for a glimpse of what was going on. He knew Vercingetorix had gone to do something and the only reason he hadn't run off again like he had Aurë was because Verx hadn't ominously left his son in the company of a total stranger. Reyes probably qualified, but not as much as Sanguinus, whom Dragomir had never even seen before. The shouting made him nervous and his tail twitched side-to-side, betraying his uncertainty.

Before he could suggest that they go and see what the commotion was, Reyes pulled his interest back with the ever alluring, I wanna show you something, then took off down the beach. Dragomir was compelled to follow not only for the sake of his curiosity, but because the pack animal in him yearned to do so, but the true nature of sand soon became apparent to him. The ground seemed alive under his paws. It slipped and slid with every step so that the more effort he made, the shorter a distance he seemed to go. Frustration soon became despair as a misstep sent him toppling to his knees. Ray! he bleated, floundering in the sand. What the hell. He never had trouble walking elsewhere.

Wait! he cried.