Ankyra Sound cruise

Kjalarr stirred, groggily from his sleeping place within The Grotto. He blinked into the dank darkness, scenting the lingering scent of damp earth. A steady rain had fell, the dual platinum silver and sand colored Beta noted as he shrugged out of The Grotto's yawning mouth into the early morning, not yet tarnished by the rise of the sun, still a few hours off he suspected. He took a moment to stretch, attempting to dawdle only long enough truly allow the last traces of sleep to fade. He was still a little too groggy for his liking — especially since his routine demanded that he make his early morning rounds on the borders. He glimpsed back, over his broad shoulder towards the dark mouth of The Grotto, half contemplating waking Whittier up and dragging his brother along with him but at the last second, resisted. For what it was worth Whittier had likely worked off his punishment by now and Kjalarr deigned to let him rest.

It had been on Kjalarr's way to the borders that he had caught the scent of a rabbit and paused in his path to pursue it hoping for some breakfast before he began his patrol. Luck did not favor him for the rabbit managed to evade him and forced Kjalarr to swallow the bitter pill that was his pride and admit to the fact of his defeat. He grumbled lowly under his breath in time to the rumble of his displeased stomach but began his patrol when he had finally reached the borders, trying his best to ignore his hunger (as ever present as it was) and focus his attention upon the scents and sounds beyond into the no-man's territories that surrounded the borders of the Sound.