Ankyra Sound dlo flè

sea eyes and the smell of salt. these things kept mireille calm as she gently came awake. at first she blinked and then shifted. this wolf was a stranger despite being hung with the scent of ankyra.
"t'ere be room." she moved aside.
her breath warmed the space. "i am mireille, of sapphique."
the other seemed hardly older than her, and yet something in her voice suggested the companion had seen other things.