Ankyra Sound llosgi'r wrach a'i halen ei bedd

since he's inactive i'll tack on an ending!

together they watched the creature's form retreat; the current would carry it out of the sound, and out of their lives forever.

like kierkegaard, the siren queen held no ounce of pity in her heart for the animal -- this was the wild, and the way of the wild. he would either die at the seawater's hand, or he wouldn't -- it mattered little to the coywolf.

considering their grim duties done, she turned to kierkegaard and for a moment held his gaze; she found herself thinking of how there was no better companion in her life, no wolf more loyal. silently she made one last sweep of the vicinity and then turned to the male, suggesting they retire with a silent flicker of her vivid yellow gaze. who knew what tomorrow would bring -- whatever it was, she would see to it the two were well rested.