Ankyra Sound Break

a call rose over the waves, prideful and spine-chilling. the listener rose with it, crossing the bridge of souls with purpose in her stride. no wolf's howl carried from the sound in search of mortal ears, she felt. the beach was the gate to their realm, and all those who came seeking entry would find themselves in a land of magick.

the striking white of the woman's coat stood stark against the sands. the listener felt the breath catch in her throat. her stride lengthened, the other wolves at the woman's side ignored for now.

the queen that was promised.

you have found the druids, the listener said, hushed, as she drew close. her eyes searched the woman's scarred figure. you are the queen that was promised to us. the witch eldritch gave her life to call you here. and now you have come.