Ankyra Sound lost at sea, where they will never find us

if there was a before, she did not know it. 

even the present she did not know. her survival was inexplicable, and nothing short of a miracle. the inbetween was not something she was aware of. the sea devoured her, over and over and over again, but it did not destroy her. it carried her in its womb, and now it expelled her. she had not yet awoken, though stirred within the seafoam—venus, reborn. a starfish rest upon her shoulder, and her lack of movement encouraged it to migrate downward. but the she-wolf breathed still, spent, exhausted, and on land once again. 

an emerald eye opened, and she gasped before her body spasmed and released saltwater, expelling it violently.