Ankyra Sound He was growing in my garden

Her lips peeled briefly away from her teeth at the approaching sounds. Two wolves, one whose gait was an unfamiliar rhythm to her ears. The expression smoothed in the next instant as Marina rose to greet Leonore and her guest. She spared only a single glance for the pile of puppy fur she left behind, a mix of silvers and ruddy greys. Moonlight against bloody waters, she thought, and turned away before these cursed musings could further taint her thoughts.

It was for love of her sons, for guilt over her daughters, that she stood firm as she stepped from the den to meet the stranger. About the Sound. Thank you, Leonore. Would you mind watching the babes while I speak to our guest? They get cold so quickly, Marina managed a flash of a smile for the girl, words kind in spite of the hint of strain behind them. Then she turned her gaze to the stranger. A young woman, surely not yet a mother herself. Her sharp yellow eyes reminded Marina of another time.

Marina regarded her in cool silence. Speak, then, her own blue eyes bid.