Ankyra Sound who do you battle in your dreams?

the siren had expected opposition -- possibly even physical -- as she turned her back boldly from the drageda wolves. a band of hackles had lifted ever so slightly across her spine as she anticipated teeth -- and instead got the lash of tongue.

she rolled her shoulders expertly, and was about to prepare a response when vercingatorix heatedly turned, instructing his parcel of wolves to follow him. she spared the beast a smile devoid of warmth, but he had presumably departed -- leaving her tea-party in a stormy departure.

unphased, the siren continued her rifling for lunch alongside erzulie and rosalyn.

she was thinking crab would do, in light of recent events.