Ankyra Sound Lost in skies of powdered gold

And at once, he knew: these soft paws that held him, they could have been his own.

Brilliant eyes reflected him, thrown in colours he would know as the sea and, after youth took hold, the sunlight reflecting off his own tossing waves. Though already he knew by all instinct that to stare meant to assert, there was nothing of dominance in the connection that bound their gaze together.

I feel you, too, Riptyde blinked in understanding. Then, he leaned in and pressed his forehead against his twin's, and now, I see.

And all of a sudden, movement and sound crashed in breakers across the little den. Crosscurrent wailed as Lilimsar struck, and Riptyde twisted as a mouth leeches onto his bum.

Unlike his brother, the smaller twin barked a laugh. These others were already as strange as distant shores.

Riptyde twisted on clumsy paws and gummed at the air. He couldn't grab the other with his own toothless bite, so he rolled to try and trap then under his frame.