Ankyra Sound kotor

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the dreadfather does not stray too far from the blackwater islands that the druids call home; but they do venture out — more than ingram had, at any rate. they do not feel the need to be a homebody, especially as they were looking to involve themselves in so much more than ingram had.

they pace the length of the sound, pausing to peer over their shoulder at the outline of the islands across the small stretch of sea that seperates the mainland and island; cast in an outline of shimmering gold of the setting sun. it is beautiful and for a moment, the dreadfather soaks in it before ultimately scoffing. what a mortal thing: to admire the beauty of something as simple and trivial as the setting sun.

their attention refocuses back upon their task, deviating only when they cross an unfamiliar scent trail. following it out of little more than their own curiousity, the dreadfather lets out a low chuff at the presumably slumbering beast — hard to discern entirely what he was though scent told the dreadfather it was at least canine.