Ankyra Sound Genesis 1

Visala was nowhere to be seen when she woke up. Standardly, Nayavanti turned the entire forest in search for her. Even considering to interfere with nearby packs due to the terrible anxiety that the woman had been seized right under her snout. The plan was just taking course until she spots a familiar figure in the far distance of the shores.

Visala treads there with her usual assured grace. Appearing artful. Pearlescent white fur ruffles in the wind. Head tilted up, content, calculating even. It's as if she's framed against the blues of water. Shining just bright enough to cast an ethereal sort of form in her silhouette.

It took a moment for the thrumming in Nayavanti's ears to stop. When it did, she makes her way to the smaller woman. Stepping along the sand noticeably louder to not rouse alarm.

"Listener," She says "my heart threatens to break my ribcage whenever you disappear like that, you know?"