Ankyra Sound Dead doesn't mean gone

When he did come back, he was not the same.

Now he’s seen darkness, he recognizes it everywhere: in the shadows and creatures and also in himself, a great stirring presence.

This is the place he was never meant to go, the mainland, veiled in ash beneath the touch of night.  He can perceive dimly the wind, water, and woods, but they are strange; their aching is loud. He is not meant to be here.

He lurches upon the shore where many paws had turned the sand. He hungers. His body needs rest. He is lost and far from home.

But he is not afraid, for he is not alone.