Ankyra Sound jòn

The woman continues to stare like a hapless doe in front of blaring headlights, and for a moment, Coraline wonders if the ooze of drool may start to fall down her chin. And perhaps it was wrong of her to revel in it, in this attention — something unlike anything she had ever felt, the simmering verdant eyes that pull at her. It was oddly... innocent, that look, the glimmer of reflected light; the hum of foreign voice.
Do not fear, you are not intrudin', not yet. but we be near Sapphique, my home. Coraline too, now, returns the slow study of womanly figure; making no mistake of where her eyes take her. Dis land might as well belong to us. another laugh, bright and willowy without an ounce of threat to be found within.
This one, she thought, was no danger, so long as she was made aware of where she stood.
Coraline, the seawolf introduces, a soft lilt as her name drips from her tongue. I be huntin' for my sister.