Ankyra Sound prizes of the sea

A white figure splashing among the waves caught Nesaea's eye as she trailed a small distance from the shoreline. She too was combing the beach to add to her collection of treasures, but paused as she studied the lofty creature galloping through the waters with narrowed eyes. She was partially hidden behind one of the pillars that made up the craggy cliffs of the Sound, watching as the stranger then emerged from the ocean and rolled in the sand, causing the girl's ears to flick back in disgust. She prided herself in keeping her fur pristine and she couldn't help but feel slightly offended when someone else didn't care for their own pelt.

It then seemed content with it's wild appearance and was distracted by something in the sand. Nesaea inhaled a breath before deciding to make herself known to the strange wolf. Her brows furrowed, however, when the recognisable scent hit her nose. Male. His intent on getting at some pale object in the sand piqued her curiousity, though, and so the siren slowly strode towards the white-furred consort — a drudge, or so it seemed.