Ankyra Sound in memory of sniffy cole

finding her cache was easy. sobeille navigated the cold halls of the grotto, feeling along the flowstone as she went.

though she had yet to revisit the chamber's moonstone center, she'd made habit of storing sundries in the ceremonial chamber.

ever since andr, anyway.

sobeille emerged from the grotto carrying the half-rotted hind of a hare. the meat that clung to it held a rancid odor, and she held it between her teeth gingerly so her tongue did not touch its flesh.

she half-expected the man would move on, but he was just where she left him. sobeille dropped the meager ration on the ground, preparing to slide it to him when she paused.

wait. sobeille commanded, a sense of unease rifling through her fur. she sniffed the air and peered around them. so far as she could see, only the shore and the nightbirds were their company.

before i give dis to you, you 'ave to promise me some'ting. sobeille measured him with a hard stare. notting is free. i give dis to you in exchange for bones. but not just any bones, see. sobeille hissed, head lowering. seal bones, okay?