Ankyra Sound Always had high, high hopes

Raleska prowled the beach, restless without her dam at the helm. She wondered when Caiaphas and Vercingetorix would return. A part of her resented her mother significantly for leaving with the man with no further protection: what if he was a dark spy, and was just waiting for a chance to get the siren queen alone so he could kill her? Caiaphas had scoffed at Raleska's needling doubts, and had left anyway.

She liked to think that despite Caiaphas being gone, she was doing alright. She checked the borders every day. She played with puppies. She hunted and ate when she could. She was hungry right now, and was trawling kelp the way Kierkegaard had shown her so many months ago. Down the coast she saw the tall form of a pale wolf -- recognizing it instantly as Aningan, Raleska made towards him curiously. They had not interacted much of late outside of communal things, so Raleska made towards the wading boy with a gentle wag of her tail.