Ankyra Sound thinking of my hometown

He comes closer, careful, cautious - and as he reaches for her cheek she tells herself to stay relaxed. She isn't sure what to expect from him, but he sniffs at her and for a moment there is a flicker of elation. Nuka has been alone for a while now and despite it being her own fault, she cannot help but feel some kind of kinship with this feral boy. Maybe she is desperate for a connection; he certainly appears to be after the same thing. It is easier for her to fall in to old habits; her people rarely used words to convey themselves, so this is not strange to her. What does pique her interest is his age: he looks so young, so out-of-place because of it. 

She reaches out to sniff at him in kind, not touching him through the exchange - but finding only salt, mineral-scent from stone, and other such coastal markers. He is as alone as she is.