Ankyra Sound burned alive

The altercation that had taken place on the cliffs had, in no way, been a success. Eos had left the scene with bristled fur and a sharp glint in her sea-colored eyes that suggested she was not pleased with how things had ended. After having collected her head, the ocean wolf had calmed herself to a state of mere irritation. While they had not succeeded in maintaining the grey-furred male who had caused the trouble, none of them had been severely injured. They had also managed to rid the stray female from their lands without too much trouble. In retrospect, the outcome could have been much worse.

The naiad had spent the early morning collecting kelp. Her stocks were running low, though she assumed that it was due to the brisk winter that had fallen on their lands. Eos had always been a creature of the sea, but she had never found herself suffering from the cold. Nonetheless, the winter they were enduring was enough to send shivers down her back.

Treading carefully along the water, the woman caught sight of a semi-familiar figure. His dark pelt caught her gaze and she thought for a moment about skirting around him. Instead, the woman sauntered forward with a quick flick of her tail, drawing her ears forward. She had heard him speak – he spoke the language of her home. "Τι ονομάζεται,” she inquired, her eyes locked with his.