Naught a sound

The Siren Queen proffered an affectionate shoulder bump as Wynter flanked her, though her gaze was rapt upon the silent beauty. She found it curious the wolf did not speak, and wondered to herself if her tongue had been rudely dismantled from her fine skull. She made no comment on her macabre thoughts, content instead to imagine a flapping stub rooted in Phantom's jaws.

Her inquiry had been met with an ardent nod, in which she replied. "Good." Without much explanation the sylph slunk forward, adopting a stealthy trot. She made for the direction of the open strand, where reports had spotted a sickly seal along the bayside.