Ankyra Sound Mont Blanc Radiance

once he was close enough to see the form hidden inside the raised sand, val stopped. a pair of bright eyes stared back from the tawny fortress.

val’s spine softened. he’d no intention of eating the sandpit’s resident — it was not every day he found a wolf in a hole. least of all in a place as grim as ankyra.

he estimated this figure to be a yearling or younger. her silvery fur appeared outwardly healthy, though he noted spacing between each rib. she cautioned him against ingesting her person.

oh. i thought you were a dead seal or something. why would you make me disintegrate? you packing chili peppers under that fur of yours? val set on his haunches, watching her from a distance that said he was comfortable but not yet at ease.