Ankyra Sound (ritual) dear seas of old, i come with a prayer

As the moon hung overhead white and swollen in the tranquil darkness, a call shattered the night -- one that slung overhead like the stars distant and commanding. Caiaphas lifted her muzzle and tested the air; the sweetness of cool autumn, the heady brine a bitter accompaniment.

She trailed after her appointed kin in quiet, the sulking yellow of her eyes flashing from each comrade without comment. Gently she lowered herself into the cold and angular sand alongside Aktaie, her scolding gaze coming to fall at last on the irreverent male Tethys had culled from the wild. She said nothing, though one long and slanted ear pricked carefully in Aktaie's direction.