Ankyra Sound Home is only a stones throw

A faint howl it was, but Suzu had learned to love the sweet, soft, whispering voice of her brother, and had pined for it for months. She had begun to branch out from Dragoncrest Cliffs more frequently, emboldened by the peace that seemed to have settled in when Springtime had come. She prayed that her younger siblings would never know the agony of seeing loved ones lost in battle, and that they might also be spared the heartbreat of losing a sibling to the call of the wilderness. 

Suzu rarely ever moved very quickly- but when she heard Etienne's voice she bolted as quickly as she could down the shoreline, around the curving arch of the Sound. Against the sand, he was hard to spot, but for the darkening of his face and points. Tears stung her eyes as she whipped through the shallow waters to cut across the Sound's crooked elbow to see him again at last.