Ankyra Sound Waltzing the waves,

Rain falls in an even tempo, a hushed lullaby over what otherwise appears as an unsettled sea. From the waves a figure struggles, dragging behind her the sodden, eerily limp form of a wolf.

He's dragged clean to shore but shows no sign of life. His tongue lolls obscenely from his mouth like Ginger as she's hauled off to the knackers. Au revoir Black Beauty, au revoir Bigvui. It's nothing but grassy plains in the hereafter for Sunny-Ra, the idiot who fell to his own demise.

Sand sticks to his fur, his cheeks, his tongue. In life, he'd hated sand with a passion. Always up in his business like an annoying ex-girlfriend. Well, doesn't matter now, does it, whether the sand or the wind stirs his hide?

Sunhawk does not move, and the ocean laps at his heels as if asking to take back the life she's claimed.