Ankyra Sound The less he spoke, the more he heard.
194 Posts
Ooc — Talamasca
Offline
#1
All Welcome 
Most of the gore had been washed from her coat, though some of the scent remained, tainted further by the slightly sulfuric aroma from the pond within which she bathed days ago.

Stryx had intended to head back to the mountains where she'd been living previously, but after her various encounters she felt drawn to the coast. It felt like she could not leave without making sure all of her patients were in the clear — and while Kukulkan had gone off with Evien, there still remained the mother in the grotto to check on.

They could not be moved, so Stryx anticipated having to do house calls for a few days at least — maybe a week or two, depending on how well she recovered, and if she recovered. The puppies she had birthed would remain with her, and Stryx imagined the pale wolf, the father, would be there to guard them and feed them. 

So, she took her time. Traced her way back to the Sound, drifting by the grotto with an ear out to listen for distress, but when nothing came she headed further afield. The seaside was not a place she enjoyed visiting. The sand was gritty, the air foul, the food dangerous — as she thought of this, she shoved at a barnacled stone half-buried in wet sand, and once the wet sound of movement subsided, watched as a tiny crab scurried for safety beneath its shadow.

The woman scowled down at it, and then looked out at the expanse of blue stretching out before her eyes, and huffed. If there was anything worth gathering from this place, she may as well get to work.