Ankyra Sound Where it stops nobody knows

Chacal watched the sky, as if expecting the remarkable feat to occur again. Perhaps there were others to follow; this one had seemed harmless enough to her. She dithered about, a bit too distracted by the sudden intrusion of sound and light to focus intently on trying to find her siblings' tracks to follow, but she lifted her head suddenly when she caught the scent of another wolf nearby. 

In the dark she was hard to spot, but against the pale sand she was a shadow, tall and striking. A pale dusting of moonlight stippled her spine and even in the dark, Chacal caught the hue of her mismatched gaze. She frisked along the beach in Chacal's direction, but whether she intended to chase the jackal off or if she was hurrying because she was frightened, Chacal couldn't yet tell. In the dark she, too, was little more than a shadow on the sand. 

She stepped toward the waves, turning broad-side to the female so she might be spotted more easily, and so that her posture might be inoffensive. She watched, licking her lips, to see if the dark female would hurry by, or if she might pause so she could ask the stranger if she, too, had seen the fireball.