Ankyra Sound born to a jackal

after the last time he'd ventured a good distance away from rusalka's borders he wasn't so eager to leave the safety of them again, though mostly he tells himself it's for the suns of his life's peace of mind. he is not a beast meant to be idle however, and when he's not adding oddities and petrified things to his menagerie he patrols. perhaps he's too young to be taken seriously upon the borders but that's not about to stop the golden prince from making the rounds nevertheless.

his ears perk and steps falter for a moment as a vaguely familiar scent drifts his way upon the seabreeze. he follows it and lets out a low chuff of greeting as dorea comes into view. he has not expected to find her here standing as rusalka's borders and yet ...here she is. you miss me so much you had to come to see me? scarab teases her, assuming that, that wasn't her intention. how could she know he was here when they'd only exchanged names during their first meeting?

still, he was a haughty boy and couldn't help the chance to tease and perhaps inflate his own ego at the same time.