Ankyra Sound the oracle told him to beware the ides

A howl.

Not a lonesome one, not even a neighboring pack wolf making some sort of summons for their own. This was a call for him.

From her.

His head turned, red eyes settled on her form. This time softer. Not so pointed in the way he admired her presence. He physically turned to her. A slow lope until he would be nearer to her.

Once near enough, he breathed out in wispy tendrils of air, her name.

Marina,

He found himself speechless beyond that.