Ankyra Sound llosgi'r wrach a'i halen ei bedd

doggedly the sea-wytch skirted around kierkegaard, who assailed the soggy wolf with masterful blows of his savage teeth. the ghostly grimnismal male could make short work of this water-logged rat alone - so sure were his capabilities and immense his onslaught.

caiaphas hung back just far enough that she would not impede the man's mauling -- her own teeth cutting through air in successive, vicious snaps designed to worry the wolf's hocks and possibly trip him. should her teeth find contact she would pluck back and shake to unbalance the wretched thing that had the sheer misfortune to dredge up on their shore.