Ankyra Sound totem

Hakumele had tried to wander, but sooner or later he found that he had circled back to the coast of the Teekon wilds. It was quiet, moving from east to west and west to east over the months.

Today had been spent fishing with little luck, his focus entirely on the waters below. Moving through shallows he only pulled his attention away when a howl had rung out nearby, one that was nearly familiar. He found himself wary, yet continuing his hunt he waded closer until a figure appeared in the distance.

Hakumele had never gotten too close to the sound or the neighbouring cliffs given the pack that used to reside between them, but these days the scents were weaker and the howls few and far between. Squinting his eyes, he took a moment before calling out.

Treepie, is that you?

Maybe he had sent himself into an unnecessary exile from the spear, yet he didn't hesitate to speak despite the potentially awkward air. Should he not be yelling at a complete stranger, it would be a relief to know that the young wolf was still alive and well.