Ankyra Sound A long way from home

The shore was a welcome sight to Sybol. He had been adrift for who knows how long. He was weary, exhausted. He collapsed as soon as his small form reached land. As he let his body rest his nose searched the air. He smelled wolves not far off. He felt the ache in his body and the rumble in his belly. He had no idea how long he'd been in the ocean. When did I stop swimming again?  He thought to himself. It was a miracle he managed to keep his head above water as long as he had.

He stood shivering, and shook as much of the salt water from his fur as he could. He hoped he could at least find something to eat. He trotted alongside the coastline and as he saw a glimmer of scales he stuck his nose into the water. Luckily he was able to scoop up and swallow the fish in one gulp. Much better than the first time. Sybol recalled his first hunt. He had tripped over his own feet chasing after a hare.

With each step he grew closer and closer to the scent of wolves. He stopped here just in case and decided to call out. "Um, Hi, is anyone around here, my name is Sybol."