Ankyra Sound Uppskera

The bear traced the stone of the cliffs with dark eyes. When he grew tired of the dark rock, he turned to search the sands for more crabs.

The seas blessed him more than once, then.

Heimsætur growled, hot air erupting in a plume that lifted over his large head. The bear’s bottom lip dropped. It lifted its head up and drew in the scent of the dog. Meat and wet, meat and others. The hunger inside demanded its payment with a bloody palm. Heimsætur did not waste time on this mocha-faced whelp. He sunk his paws into the earth and gave pursuit.