Ankyra Sound the devil's garden

remaining vague re: the Saph vs. Murkwood shtuff

he was warier than ever, and why shouldn't he be? lafayette prowled the borders of his homeland with a single-minded purpose—to ensure that no one would disturb their peace again.

sapphique would live, and thrive. he would see to it.

as he reached the southern border, the yearling continued on toward the sound. that place was sacred to his family, too, and deserved at least some measure of his attention. ruddy pelt slipped through trees, weaving down well-worn paths, and then—

drusk was downwind, but lafayette was close enough that he smelled the man. perhaps the bastard had already sensed his arrival.

still, he pressed forward with a snarl, the fur along his spine standing higher than the mountains to the southeast.

leave, now, he barked, not yet laying eyes upon drusk but knowing he was close. the rain fell hard upon the canopy above, and stray droplets spangled his pelt like bright spots in a fire.