Ankyra Sound thunderbird

on and on she trailed her quarry, until the wolf stopped and called for another. the listener crept closer, ears perked, and hid herself as she listened. many things were said. she strained to hear the words that passed between them, the last of them lost to her in their softness. but she had heard enough. seen enough. the listener felt she would glean no more from their interaction, quiet as their voices had gone, and so she took her leave. there was power in this knowledge. it had been a fruitful night.

i figured since no one stopped me or her before now that this is fine but let me know if it isn't <3