Ankyra Sound woe is me

he'd heard tell of sobeille's little helper, though he hadn't met the man quite yet. as lafayette wandered down the sound and caught sight of the unfamiliar wolf, his hackles raised slightly in instinctual wariness. still, though his posture was upright and territorial, and his gaze was gimlet green, he did not show outward aggression—yet.

be careful sleepin' too close to de water, lafayette remarked, nodding toward the darkened wet sand near where the stranger lay. sometimes de waves come up quick, an' can swallow you up. learned dat de hard way.

the yearling sat and regarded the man impassively. his nostrils flared and found his sister's scent upon him, which helped him to relax, even if only slightly. still, only time would tell if this would be a face that would remain—or if the visage would join so many others that had faded into obscurity, having abandoned sapphique.