Ankyra Sound out of the will came life

The sea was far for the witch to wander - but wander she did. Her potions and spells needed items from the great watery salt bed an thus the mission would begin no matter how far she had to go from home. Ebony paws padded through the soft sands, finding it different footing than solid ground or the muck of home that sucked her into its murky grasp. 

Pawprints in the sand carried her attention as she gathered seaweed, grasped betwixt midnight lips behind ivory teeth, smiling sweetly as she found the owner of the prints in the sand. Base little wolf, what are thou searching for? She approaches smoothly, weeds hanging from her mouth as she speaks, hanging by the canines that curved inward like some kind of sea demon she was not - no, she was from the marshes, not the sea.

haply I help thou. She cooes softly. Youth, ah how she loved it. Though the yearling was bigger than she was, Evanora knew a yearling when she saw it even in a species bigger than she.