Ankyra Sound Witchsong

from the distant shores of the mainland, a song flitted over the druids' grove, carried over the island on an icy breeze. not far from the sandy bridge between the blackwater islands and ankyra sound, a wolf with fur like raven-dark quills stirred beneath the cover of the treeline. the figure rose lazily with a slow, feline stretch.

keeper, the listener spoke to @Ingram as she passed him, gesturing to where their captive lay in recovery, watch over our guest.

a dark blur on the horizon became a silhouette as she crossed the bridge of souls, stark and growing against the pale misty backdrop like an inkstain spreading over white paper. the listener pursued the figure, the source of the song, until the dark visage of a nightspun wolf bloomed from the fog. a woman, swaying as if possessed by her own song.

the listener became still and watchful; intrigued.

thanks so much for starting <3