Ankyra Sound La Lune

At her playful gesture, Svalinn turned his stern eyes over the unsuspecting waverunners. He barely had time to register Chacal’s intent before she was bounding away from him, long legs carrying her body as high as if she could summon clouds beneath her feet and command them to carry her.

The bruiser galloped after her, inspired — though the fluttering seabirds hardly had any of his attention. Instead, he focused on Chacal, who had brought to him a feeling of exuberance and light that abruptly reminded him to feel grateful.

Sapphique was well; they were both hale and undaunted; none of them suffered. These were things to celebrate!

He nipped friskily at her flank, urging her into a sportive chase down the darkening shoreline. For in this moment, he thought he could run after her for miles and miles and miles, if she let him.