Ankyra Sound are you going to age with grace

Vlad had chosen to disregard the possibility that @Rosalyn would not make a full recovery. He cared about her, cared about @Caiaphas — relished in the rising scent of salt and seaweed whenever he returned from a tour inland. Saltwinter had made a nest in his heart, and he cradled it close.

He had come home with a couple of rabbits in tow. They were still warm to the touch, and Vald was so excited to offer one to Rosalyn that he sprinted headlong through the forest - only to find the sickbed empty. The bundles thumped to the ground. A keening noise escaped the Russian, closely followed by a bark - then several more, each louder than its predecessor. Where was she? A deal was a deal! Vlad put his nose to the ground, snuffling loudly as he attempted to determine the direction in which she had gone.