Ankyra Sound But hey if you're going I'm comin' your way

The wolf shook out her thick coat as she stepped from the water. Lamenting the heat of the day, she turned to smooth some of the tangles from her wet fur. Sleek now like a dark river stone, she shook some of the sand from her paws and continued inland at a leisurely pace. The saltspray of the waves seemed to follow her; by the time she'd left the reach of the waves she was speckled in little ocean droplets that gave her a glittering appearance.


She stopped to shake out her fur again and was promptly distracted. A figure in the distance; gilded, wolven, and distinctly lacking. She'd never seen a wolf with three legs before. Filled with uncertainty, she only stayed where she was and studied the unfamiliar wolf from a distance. The gentle oceanside breeze chilled her wet fur, and though it was a welcome respite from the heat, the wolf shivered and found herself grateful for the sun.