Ankyra Sound A tale of wickedness... and worse!

I hope you don't mind Greyjoy! :)

What he had done during Aktaie's illness had been more than Greyjoy had ever accounted for. Scouring the borders, marking their territory, going forth to find meat whenever he had a chance. But today he was upon the beach, enjoying the sights and sounds of the surf crashing against the shore, and felt better for it.

The grey wolf walked along the beach, picking up shells and tossing them into a pile to take back to Caiaphas. She liked shells, and he hoped that an offering would be welcome. They had killed a coyote and together displayed its remains at their borders in the woods, and so far it had been successful at keeping others out.

A small lump of grey fur sat far away from the shoreline, watching the waves roll in, whispering something to himself. Greyjoy paused in his shell hunt and moved toward the pup, careful to make himself smaller so the tyke wouldn't be frightened. "Hello," he said softly, laying upon his belly and elbows a few yards from the boy. "What's the matter, little κέλυφος?"