Ankyra Sound I was born right here in Zion

Her brother’s agreement and reassurance was a salve for her soul. Relieved, she sighed softly, a faint smile dressing her lips as she imagined the delighted look on Sobeille’s face, when she realized that there was a pearl to be stolen. 

Let ‘er ‘ave it. Dey be a t’ing of de past, now. She said, and drew in a breath. 

The breeze guided her as she faced inland, and ruffled the fur of her cheek as she turned her face to her brother. Let us fin’ our new ‘ome.