Ankyra Sound in memory of sniffy cole

sobeille's gaze rested upon him, prying until she was certain he understood.

almost begrudgingly, she slid the haunch to the stranger. when you be findin' it, you bring it dere. she jerked a paw to the cliffs behind her. dat be sapphique. you tell dem sobeille sent you.

little did she know her cache was now imperiled. she expected the man would have the grace to leave her wares alone -- but she did not account for the eyes on the cliff.

one more t'ing. sobeille rose to her full height with a shake of her ruff. while she was hardly anyone's definition of tall, her thin frame carried her maman's command. don't go in de grotto. dere be loa dere.

certain he understood, sobeille turned -- but not before one last measured glance the wayfarer's way.