Ankyra Sound port of call

a pale wolf lay stretched upon the sands. another revenant spirit.

the listener cut a striking dark figure against the gloomy seaside backdrop, her head low as she strode along the shores toward the phantom given flesh. but as she drew near, the prophet saw that she had been mistaken.

this one lived. first life, not some sickly second-chance imitation. he wore a dark hood, as if he had peered into the otherworld and dared not a single step further. all around him, spirits whispered.

the listener watched in silence.