Ankyra Sound Nothing more to say

The sounds of the rolling waves going back and forth in and endless motion, the salty taste of the wind and the sea gulls that flew above his head, always looking for an opportunity to steal a catch. There was so much to enjoy about the beach and the endless sight of oceans in the distance while dreaming what was beyond the borders of what the naked eye could see. Dragonfly was truly a beachy boy and preferred this territory far above anything that had a 'mountain' in its name.

The only downside of Ankara Sounds was the long journey through forest-like areas to get here. And having stumbled upon it was more lucky than anything else, even if he wanted to belief the salty scent of the ocean led him here. There weren't many paw prints left behind, burned in the sand or covered by its endless amount of slippery pebbles instead. So to his surprise, he wasn't alone near this private hidden outlet.

The other wolf was betrayed by her scent; a mixture of a nomadic lone wolf and that of the salty ocean made her almost a wolfish sea mermaid. As he drew near, leaving only his paw prints behind of his wanderings in the sand, his honey-brown eyes glanced at her in the distance. Her face was half-bruised and battered, the wounds carved upon her face as a reminder of harsher times of the past. Even still, she lay there so serene and peaceful. And he was not one to judge or stare for that matter.

Not wanting to interrupt her peace, he lied down like a sphinx a respectable distance from her. Then he too began to take it all in and enjoy the scenery, the sea and the serenity. A pleasant reward.