Ankyra Sound salt and sea glass

the rain is relentless as it beats down upon her, mixing with the sand of the coast; stinging against her nose and eyes. it drives wanheda into the shades of the trees; helping to mitigate the worst of the rain. still, her eyes burn from the last remnants of sand particles that linger.

the sound of a puff of a breath, draws the commander's attention and forces her to give pause; so soft that she isn't so sure that she hasn't imagined it.

but perhaps not. there is the scent of another, masked by the smell of wet soil and salty brine of the ocean, but fresh nonetheless. still, she knows that does not mean that the owner of the trail has stuck around.

wanheda gives a low chuff all the same.