Ankyra Sound Círbann

Sorry for the lag!

When the stranger rose from where they lay and moved to meet with the red-bodied man, a smile graced his features.

Even with the friendly expression donned there was something of a natural worry there too. Sargon was pleased to have company — even his tail whipped a few times to prove it — but he had one of those faces.

Unlike the fawnling that approached, sun-touched even in winter. Fur like whisps of smoke; more than what he had, beautifully composed.

Hail, traveler. The man's voice commanded even the sea to quail before him. You are far from your people; you look wild like the beasts here, more deer than dog. A mere observation.