Ankyra Sound with the kisses unclean as the words that you say - j

[size=medium]Wandering purposefully around the territories that had quickly become his home, the graphite grey male took in the winter wild around him. The snow that covered the uneven ground below his paws was as treacherous as the sea that washed a strong salty smell ashore and thus his steps were prudent though determined. Neither the epivitoras in his alien vernacular nor the queen had assigned him any specific task and thus Nakai had decided to follow his restless spirits bidding, for a short while escaping the watchful gaze of Spyridon and the Ankyran sisters.
His legs bore him closer and ever closer to the borderlands of his still wondrous home as a scent so different from salt and sea caught in his nostrils. His ears peaked, listened carefully for anything to betray the strange new scent but he found nothing. It was decidedly familiar in it's core scent though it clearly belonged to a stranger, one wandering dangerously close to the home he knew from experience was guarded well by Ankyran wolves - which now included him. Thus his legs moved on their own, picking up speed as he went, certain that both Caiaphas, the sisters and Spyridon would approve of his making sure that their lands were safe yet another day, though it was mostly guarded curiosity that motivated him to run and for now, hostility roamed only at the back of his head.[/size]