Ankyra Sound holy water

The cold sand shifting beneath her feet was like a metaphor for her life lately. Everything felt so unstable. Her eyes cast out to sea, watching the choppy waves breaking beneath a gray November sky, and Meerkat thought that was all fitting too. Njord had been back for more than a month but her misery had returned too, now of a different flavor.

She turned, glancing toward the cliffs where she knew a whale carcass sprawled on the beach. Meerkat had avoided the feast. Really, she had withdrawn from the pack as a whole. She only really spoke to her husband and sons and spent a lot of time roaming just beyond Sapphique’s outskirts, as she was doing now.

The surf swept up the beach and lashed at her toes. Meerkat let the ice cold water swirl around her ankles, noting the pull as the seawater rushed back home. She thought she could relate to that tugging sensation too.