Ankyra Sound kouri dèyè

he was late! not only late, but eternally so! yet lestan felt as though he might have found a place, despite misjudging the depth and length of the shore when it came to travel.
he had overextended his hindleg, and now he limped pathetically, swathed in seaweed and reeking of brine.
"rev —!" lestan began to call, when a horrid sound chilled his blood and drove him with great instinct faster into the sound, grunting with pain even as his heart began to race.