Ankyra Sound dreaming about the things that we could be.

The pale ghost wandered around the mighty monoliths, eyes exploring the huge branches. Birds flickered through them, spring's new sun peeking hesitantly through the net of wood.

Paw steps interrupted her peaceful walk, but she did not mind. As the puppy season of the sea approached, she had more desire for company. Perhaps it was because when she was alone in her thoughts, at times she sunk into a deep sadness.

This one didn't seem to fit in with the ones she had arrived with, Phantom mused as she approached the figure. She had not seen much of her, and never with other wolves. She offered the other a polite nod and sat some distance away, waiting for the other to introduce herself.