Ankyra Sound Nightspun

as they walked, a distinctly uncomfortable feeling crept up the listener's spine and into her shoulders. a shivering tension, tightening muscles and tingling nerves. her head jerked upright and her neck went rigid, pawsteps shuddering to an abrupt stop.

mismatched eyes went black with overblown pupils. razored hackles rose and rippled.

the spirits sang.

eldritch. you must bring her. the pale one, in her mind's eye, a wolf; vesta? the pale one with sunfire in her soul. she — no, no, not vesta. a new wolf. a queen.

the water rose, swirling around dark ankles. her voice dropped to a whisper.

she fights, but the battle has no end. not in the land of mortals. you must bring her here, eldritch. she holds our future.