Ankyra Sound He was growing in my garden

sobeille.

expecting they would turn to the grotto, sobeille’s intrigue grew as the girl — an honorable likeness to the barracuda in which she was named — took her past it.

her lip twitched in a half-smile. if she be friend, sapphique ‘as no quarrel. many lives the matriarchal pack had granted safe harbor, so long as those lives were worth preserving.

pausing upon the sand where fresh tracks made themselves known, sobeille motioned for leonore to enter the cleverly hidden den. tide marks informed sobeille this den must be partially submerged come high tide. she marveled the stranger’s utility.

i wait out ‘ere. you tell her a woman ‘as come to see ‘er.