Ankyra Sound he aims his pistol at the sky-

lmk if i got anything wrong

In keeping the promise to his daughters, Svalinn maintained his vigil at the post of Ankyra, awaiting their return. He had made his loyalty to Sapphique known to the wolves of the cliffs but spent every minute unsure if they truly accepted him as an ally in the sound. He worried often that he would be chased from here, wondering if their suspicions of him were too great to let him stay.

He rose each day just before dawn, a soldier’s mien, and today was no different…

Except for the motionless form of a wolf washed up on shore, visible now as the sun started to peer over the horizon. Svalinn loped forward, glancing around to see no tracks nor trace of another nearby. This body had come from the sea.

He checked to see if the wolf still breathed before assessing her injuries. A strange object clung to her in different places, hooked to her like the claws of some alien cat. Svalinn grabbed her by the scruff and pulled her further up the beach, away from the icy waves that would surely keep her cold. He wondered if he should warm her first or tend to her wounds, deciding on the latter after a brief thought.

Carefully, as gently as he could, he started to pluck the metal from her skin.