Ankyra Sound dreaming about the things that we could be.

It seemed that even her traveling companions had been sucked into whatever this battle was between the Sound and some other pack. With each passing day, Callantha grew more and more restless. She was beginning to wonder what contentment had been like, it had been so long since she hadn't felt the soft boil of anxiety in her belly. She would have loved to escape the pack lands if only for one day, but Minthe would not have it. She was to remain within the confines of the Sound, and the dutiful ward obeyed, despite how distressed it made her feel.

That didn't mean she couldn't dream, though, which is exactly what Callantha was doing as she lurked near the borders in the Megalith Forest. As she moved, she imagined herself as a great explorer from one of the tales a kindly elder in her birth pack had told her as a child. There was something comforting about the ancient trees. They were so strong and sturdy having survived there for so long. Cal crept around the great trunk of one of the old giants, her nose trailing along its weathered roots.