Ankyra Sound Wandering the Waves

Seronda prowled the beach, tired and weary. She had finally found a pack with the Sunspire, but she felt like a puzzle piece in the wrong box. So she had wandered here, where the crashing of waves against the shore helped her think. She remembered the sea, had been close to it as a pup. It calmed her, made her happy.

She stopped and on a whim, wadded out into the sea. The waves lapping against her pelt reasured her, and she stood there, looking back at the beach, thinking.