Ankyra Sound Marigold

Riordan looked out at the vast expanse of the ocean, the sun casting a pale glow across the waves. The scent of saltwater and wet sand threaded with that of other wolves as the sound of rolling water filled the space between them.

"I'm here because I want to help you," Riordan countered, breaking the silence. "I know the flower world is beautiful and powerful, but it can also be dangerous. And with a family to protect, you need to be prepared for anything." The wind picked up again, tousling Riordan's fur.

He cast her a sidelong glance, refusing to turn and face her. "I don't want to hold you back or treat you like a child. I want to teach you how to be self-reliant, to protect those you love."

The wind continued to blow as Riordan's gaze drifted towards the churning water. "I've been in your position before," his brows furrowed in contemplation. "I've made mistakes that I'll always regret. I've lost the ones I've loved because the flower world took them from me. I want to pass what I've learned on to you."