Ankyra Sound the cask of amontillado

Refusing to let anyone or anything deter her, Meerkat decided to go beach combing for more presents for Erzulie and her newborns, preferably the nonperishable kind this time. She returned to the site where she had stumbled across the stack of sea glass, yet all traces of it were gone. Humming under her breath, she roved further along the coast, toward the neighboring sound.

She did not expect to find anyone there, not after the Obsidian’s edict. Meerkat halted in surprise when she spotted not one but two figures, one staring at the other. Her eyes flicked between them a few times before recognition registered. Still keeping the swarthier of the two in her peripheral vision, she pointed her snout toward the reddish she-wolf.

Avi, hello!