Ankyra Sound [m] his sister's keeper

a man approaches on swift paws, bellatrix watches, cloaked in a steel-blue. dull gold eyes takes him in, black nostrils flaring. his scent is that of ash and cedar; strangely alluring.

she draws in another breath, the gentle encouragement of the sea tangling ‘round her legs pushing her up the sand towards him.

it is the promise of what he can uniquely offer her that drives her; the only thought of akavir’s warning to seek outside the creek.

she lets out a low, inviting rumble; tail swaying behind her.