Ankyra Sound the sky trail

The Sound was a place frequented by the Speaker, for it was the gateway to the realm of The Druids; the sole connection to the mainland, the place of daywalkers and soft sniveling creatures who dared to call themselves wolves. Idly he followed the trails left by past visitors, the scents of Sapphique and other packs unknown to him. After a time, one stood out; a fresh scent, a young scent.

Intrigued, Ptolemy's pace picked up in pursuit. At the end of the trail, a girl. Small, pale, wreathed in the scents of Sapphique. Hello, He greeted smoothly, approaching with a bright smile meant only for her eyes. Sapphique, yes? My mother knew your pack quite well.