Ankyra Sound to dixie’s sunny shore

As a series of short barks punctuated the crisp air, Caiaphas froze with a singular ear pressed forward. The author of the noise was discernibly Greyjoy, and the pale waif thought she detected a faint hint of urgency to his tone.

She tested the air carefully then, the sharp black of her little snout uplifted. Greyjoy was not far off now, and with a series of returning yips Caiaphas trotted towards him, her expression quizzical as she had not yet detected the heady scent of bear.