Ankyra Sound thinking of my hometown

The forest sheltered her, but further ahead was the aforementioned declination leading to the beach, and it was at that junction she had paused. Nukilik liked the look of this place: the wild sky bleeding to dark sea, the wild wind pushing at far-off sea birds, even the ominous feeling that the darkness among the trees had given her. She did not immediately see the grotto mouth as she began to hike down to the pale sand, but she did hear the chuff - and the boy attached to it. He was almost invisible to her against the grit of sand; pale, but not perfectly so, with a golden haze darkening at his points. He looked dirty - not that she minded. Young, too, with a ferality to his demeanor she found oddly comforting.

She approached him without fear, but in doing so she took note of the energy around him. Nervous energy, hungry maybe. The last thing she needed was a flighty child to take a bite of her - so she stopped and let her body speak for her: this age old language of all wolves, which had always been a strong piece of her family. She dropped her head and let the tip of her tail twitch, and even averted her eyes from him, although her display was brief; only enduring for as long as she felt it necessary to state, I am not a threat.