choice kingdom

Set in Ankyra Sound. All welcome.

Greyjoy had been busy scouting the area, laying his scent at each point of entry, gathering food, checking on Aktaiê, and bidding goodbye to the others that had decided to leave them. His heart was beginning to flounder at the thought of Psamathe leaving. She had been called by a vision to return to Themiscyra Coast to aide the sirens there, though Greyjoy secretly thought that perhaps she had simply lost heart in their cause.

He remained, steadfast and true. There were others around, though it was a quiet beach on which they lived. Junior, their black-furred recruit, had disappeared. Atlas, Homeros, and Atreus had gone, though he hoped Atlas at least would return. Aella had come and gone, but Akantha remained, though her activities were few.

Greyjoy didn't pay the sirens much attention. His sights were set on protecting the sound and the inhabitants within, however many there were at any given moment. So he had just left the clifftop ridge, where he had sprayed his scent and rubbed himself across trees and rocks, before slipping back down to the coast. He picked his way across the beach toward the stacks and a known tidepool, hoping to find an easy meal.