Ankyra Sound i keep on dancing through the quicksand

whatever scuttled in the mist was well out of sobeille’s auditory periphery, but the pellmell pace of treepie’s approaching footfall wasn’t. sobeille straightened, suddenly wary — an emotion validated as she saw quill-like bands of fur raised along treepie’s spine.

she was about to lob the same question pie’s way, but her question died mid-thought as treepie asked if the puppies were alright.

dey be fine. sobeille inhaled the rich brine on the air, mournful for a time that was well behind them. her maman would have known what to do with the strange spell of malaise saddling sobeille’s shoulders.

what did you see out dere?