Ankyra Sound Where the wild things are

The week had been a tough one, even with a fishing spot right beside them at all times. Fish was not enough for a wolf, she needed some real meat, she needed blood. And berries, yes berries would be lovely too. Her fur bristled as the harsh winds of the coast went by, and she tucked her head into her thick,silky and salty fur, that was thicker than other wolf species since she was an arctic wolf. She left pawprints behind on the soft, tan sand that was covered in locust bodies, but they would all wash away. Her presence, however, would not fade so simply.

As a thicker, saltier smell penetrated her nose, making her sneeze a soft British sneeze, she knew they were close. The nod and words of her companion only confirmed that thought, and after his words were spoken, she knew exactly what to do. It was not appropriate for Slancio to call for his leader, not while Ondine was the one wanting to join, and so she lifted her white muzzle into the air to let out a beautiful song- a song of a siren asking for home.