Ankyra Sound lingcod

lafayette was a young man torn in two—distressed by goings-on in sapphique, yet feeling the pull of loyalty to his home.

the sound was close enough for comfort, though, and he traversed down the cliffs to search for shellfish and other tasty morsels. his arrival along the beach sent the birds scattering, and amid the flutter of white and black wings beating frantically into the sky, he caught the dark silhouette of another wolf.

with a chuff, he trotted closer, kicking up sand in his wake. she was alone (or so it seemed) but still a potential threat. his green eyes sized her up and down as he approached, chin lifted in friendly but firm query.

you be travelin'? lafayette asked her bluntly. passin' thru? 

this place was technically neutral territory, but it had always played an important role in his family's history, and he thought of it as a soft extension of sapphique's claim. strangers here always brought his hackles slightly up.