Ankyra Sound stop i could've dropped my croissant

She had no ties to Ankyra Sound, nor had she crossed paths with the brothers again, yet still Nyx remained. With Ingram's comment that they'd come from beyond the Northern cliffs and seen nothing, the golden Ostrega was loathe to travel any further. Not particularly wishing to turn back or venture inland to face the worse of the snows again, she supposed the brothers' birthplace by the sea was her best chance at surviving the Winter.

She trailed the length of the beach, bright eyes alert for any sign of the black and white duo who she was certain were still hanging around, when she spotted an unfamiliar figure. Lifting her raven-tipped crown, Nyx observed the other wolfess' meandering pace as she wandered across the sand and in her direction. With a twitch of her nose, the tawny loner continued toward her with the intention of getting a better look at her, and perhaps dig for more information on the area should she wish to engage her in conversation.

The stranger bore a pelt of hot russet, highlighted in areas with fiery gingers and rust. Among the bold red of the girl's fine features were a pair of gentle azure eyes, alert and seemingly searching. With some distance between them, the agouti she-wolf paused in her tracks to allow her potential new acquaintance to make the decision to approach or not.