Ankyra Sound those darkened waters spur

cue the hella confusion (w a dash of panic?)

Bound to the sound, perhaps the farthest he had yet to travel from home was to its outskirts, and even those visits were infrequent. Yet today he found himself making such a trek, as curiously as if he were still but a pup, straying from the whelping den for the very first time. He hardly expected to see much, perhaps a wayward sea lion or a directionally challenged animal from the woodlands or mountains. He certainly didn’t think he would come across someone broken and battered, the shore red with her blood—least of all someone that he had seen, in passing, within the realm of Rusalka.

Waves of panic washed over him, joined by concern. What was he supposed to do? He didn’t know the first thing of anything related to wounds and mending them—he never thought that he’d need to know! The only one he could think that might have a clue was @Cadeau (she was good at making things, so she had to know what to do here), and so he called for her. In the meantime, as he waited for her, he crept closer to and watched the female, searching for any signs of movement.