Ankyra Sound Círbann

You are perfectly fine! I really enjoy Sargon so far. ^^

When the red mountain man spoke, he did so in such a commanding way that the fair figure found himself moved. The sway of the stranger’s tail was sign enough. The crimson cloaked ranger would not be a threat until he had proven himself to be. Aerandír would grant him that much, at least.

The golden windhound smiled wistfully and chuckled into the wind.

Yes, far indeed. And you, mountain ranger! You do not look as though you belong to the seaside.

Aerandír had never thought himself deer-like, but he believed it seemed complimentary. The red ranger wore the paws of one who had traveled. The windhound wondered where his roots were. What had drawn him into the wilds and so far from man?