Ankyra Sound Those bitches inspire me

His lips pursed, watching the lands in the hopes that some small, brown shape would start moving if only to lighten the mood.
Nothing did.

"We can all but hope," he smiled softly to her. Loss was the deepest level of grief, he didn't know how to sympathize. He felt shit from time to time, but not empathy. He felt self-pity, but not empathy for others.
"If nature wish the Sound to change, it shall change." If the sound were to recover, it would make his and Rusalka's life easier. If not, he supposed they'd need to scout.