Ankyra Sound La Lune

@Svalinn

When she went to search for the blonde man, she knew where she ought go looking. The man was a natural sentry, posed often in the Sound waiting for his children as a wife might wait for a husband at sea long after the stormy days had passed.

The sun had only just set, and both the sea and the sky were set ablaze with a vibrant shade of pink. Against the patches of blue sky, the fluffy clouds overhead looked like cotton candy. Sunset brought warmth to everything within its touch- including Chacal’s gaze when it was set upon the faithful father.

She moved toward him, toward where the light snow ended and the sand began, leaving behind pawprints in both. She moved in to lightly touch her muzzle to his cheek, in a gesture that beseeched him to walk with her.