Ankyra Sound rasanbleman

sobeille abruptly pondered the life of ants. wolves had few natural enemies -- but ants, the wolves of the insect world -- harbored thousands. wasps. beetles. grubs. predatory caterpillars that mimicked the scent of their young, and gluttonously consumed their brood one by one. it seemed to her that everything was an enemy, just posing as something else.

did she want to fight? sobeille yearned to prove herself, and it seemed one of the few valiant ways how. she was a soul maybe born too late for conquest, and too early for war's final coming. straddled between, she simply languished. no. mm, yes...? mebbe. i dunno. but i wan' to be good at it, in case i ever need. she followed her maman's gaze to the sea, wondering if there was an order of ants underwater, or even wolves.