Ankyra Sound rasanbleman

there was no higher compliment to sobeille then to be compared to the ancestors she held in the same esteem as gods; her fur rippled but she was silent.

sobeille was too young to know war; the dust had only just settled when she was born. she had yet to learn the true value of peace; something her grandmes understood implicitly.

she ruminated and wondered if the enemies. if they were not all dead, they slumbered on some far reach of the map. any day they could reappear, and rise like they had done that first day they stormed down from the high cliffs.

what ‘appened to drageda?