Ankyra Sound child of the ocean [joining]

ever vigilant to the border's security, the siren queen had committed the latter portion of her day to their tending. it was dull work, tiring, but it made her feel progress. and progress, as society knew it, was a powerful thing.

she wasn't long past the mighty reach of megalith forest when she saw a pitiful sight huddled in the wind. white fur stained to dun. a ratty, disheveled pelt that bore no scent of salt nor sea.

she assertively strode towards the male, her hackles lifted and lower gum pulled down to expose fierce teeth. despite the wolf's subservient compartment she could risk nothing during times of war -- and unless the male spoke quickly of his reasoning he would find a very irate wretch upon him.