Ankyra Sound …in the midnight rain?

the bard had gone hungry another day. then two. then five. but that was alright. he was now assured that in times of greatest need, he'd be fed by kindness of strangers and love of mother nature.

still, it was terribly difficult to sleep with a groaning stomach.

he'd curled up in a makeshift nest of grass, an awkward and unguarded shelter, and now rose with a slight frown. water. the rich blood of planet earth would surely sate him somewhat, if not, just trick his tongue for a night.

the dog approached the river, noisy even if he wasn't humming a half-and-half tune that mixed two songs at once. he dipped his beard in the rushing water and lapped deep, as to fill his belly.