Ankyra Sound [RE] A lightness in my chest.

a series of calls rouses the woman from the secluded section of beach she'd marked out as hers, well-tread and heavy with her scent, but tucked neatly out of sight. it's hardly a nice section, rocky and crumbled and sharp underfoot, but she supposes that is more likely to ensure her solitude here. there is nothing better with which to describe her state than acute discomfort, which descended sometime between the previous morn and now. standing with a stiff shake to her pelt, the woman makes her way to the source of the call, finding there Firefly and what seemed to be an entire cache strewn across the beach. she stills some distance from him and reclines on her haunches, her desire to approach the meal at war with her much stronger desire to be entirely antisocial.