Ankyra Sound another vice, another town

the keeper tends to the borders and then the beyond borders, what he's mentally named the neutral territories that he can visibly see from the shores of blackwater. it is during one of these patrols that he follows the sandbar raised partially from blackwater to the sound; swimming the rest of the way.

when he emerges upon the sound, it is soaking wet and with the frothing jetsam and flotsam, picking pieces of seaweed tangled 'round his legs impatiently off of him with his teeth. he tosses the last one hindering him with a gross 'splat' onto the damp sand, stepping 'round it as the tide surges forth to reclaim it.

a dark figure catches his eye and he lets out a low chuff upon his approach.