Ankyra Sound best served cold

her arrival appeared to chase away phantoms in the battered wolf's mind -- she observed, unsympathetic, as the male flinched from her arrival. perhaps he recalled past demons -- possibly even the very demon that had etched in his hide a canvas of splattered brush-strokes. they shared a moment of admiration for the trees before he spoke, causing caiaphas to look at the stern faces of the immovable trees.

they were joined by the surging form of svalinn, who quickly breasted between them and nudged the flank of his dam. she pressed back as if in reassurance, but did little else. remaining silent, she looked to firefly for answer - expecting fully that he was capable of making his own introductions.