Ankyra Sound Your temporary touch

the listener prowled the shoreline, seeking wolfkind among the skittering beachside critters and sluggish ocean visitors. new faces bloomed in her mind, yet it was a familiar ash-spun coat which caught and held her mismatched gaze. even at a distance, the prophet knew at once what this was:

a gift.

the return of what had been taken.

for her faith and her obedient service, the unnamed god had summoned the saint alduin back from wherever he had been swept away. it did not matter. the listener strode forth, a purling rumble building in her throat; a greeting, an invitation, an admission of lingering affection for the ash-and-obsidian stippled wolf who had been lost to her in a silent flurry of blood and fur so long ago.

her path was true. this was her proof.