Ankyra Sound do you read with him too?

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astara and @Merrick coursed ahead, their position unknown to the crone, yet close by. her heart had been seized by an icy dread as she closed in on the coast, which now was more battered and miserable than she ever remembered.

the going was treacherous -- high seas threatened to demolish even the strands, and she often heard the thunderous roar of a wave cracking against stone and tree, waters far higher than even she had ever witnessed before.

her feet seemed to do their own bidding, carrying her stiffly down a hidden trail she knew as intimately as every scar on her body.. yet this trail was wracked with ruin and bramble, and nary a scent of her packmates remained...

a coldness seeped into her pounding blood; the waves' roars dulled by an inner cataclysm as caiaphas stared upon the wreckage of the sound, seeing naught but stormy water and frothy waves where the grotto had once been. her home was in shambles -- yet worse yet, was the fact no soul remained.

a hardness shone in caiaphas' gaze as she drank in the horrid sight; grey upon grey upon grey --

ruins, detritus, and decay.

had she come all this way to avenge her blood, only to lose her family once she returned to their doorstep?