Ankyra Sound your bones are the spires of Stockholm

Everyone is welcome on both sides to post but there will be little regulation of post order, however try to keep to no more than one post a day to allow others a chance to respond. Those who are not going to actively participate are encouraged to at least cameo their presence. @Akantha @Kalika @Whip @Indie @Coelacanth @Gabe @Hemithea @Julep @Eske @Hush @Kendra @Xan @Ragna. If I missed someone, let me know!

Even though Thuringwethil does not feel up to par, she does not back on her word. The morning comes of the seventh days since she’d met the woman on the bluff. High tide will arrive before she knows it and she’d sent a call out in the morning to give the rest of her wolves the heads up not to go far from the south side of the pack when the next call will be made to travel. The exception being both @Wildfire and @Portia to stay back in the cavern for the time being, with Arlo and Melchior to keep them safe.

It is as low tide begins to grow stronger that Thuringwethil and the others arrive. The winter is gentle and the waves are reassuring, a calm in the back of her mind as she stands with @Dio on one side of her and @Tirgatao on the other, and the rest of her wolves behind her as they wait. Her head does not throb as it has been and breathing is still uncomfortable, but she’s able to stand without much indication of her wounds aside from her still bloodshot left eye.