Ankyra Sound legends never die

Times were pretty good. While the lack of leads on the Seelie Court pack or any sign of Caw in the area to go on was pretty disappointing, it was no end all so far. The had been lucky in their progress, honestly. Very content to mill along and do whatever she felt like in the meantime while they got to take in the sights, it was a meandering path that tracked after her sister.

Thanks to being pretty distracted by the beach, she didn't smell the stranger soon enough on the winds to make for any more haste than that, but when she did arrive, she wasn't totally sure what she walked in on. She trotted directly to her sister's side, and promptly eyeballed this random white wolf. He smelled a lot more like the coast than anyone she had sniffed at before, too. She had no idea what Valravn was but honestly, Rusalka sounded familiar... so she was too busy listening to say anything yet.