Ankyra Sound in time you'll taste all the salt in my lungs

A crooked smile spread across Ishild's maw as she studied the bloodied female. What was with her? She always had blood on her muzzle, and she seemed to ask to dumbest questions. Chartreuse eyes flickered to Caiaphas to gouge her queen's reaction with a twitching tail. As the siren replied, others made themselves present. After the bloody face girl came Kjalarr, then another white wolf she did not know. 

Caiaphas didn't seem mad per say as she answered the female's question, but instead she made to address all of them and tell them what they were about to do. Ishild stood with pricked ears once the alpha had finished speaking. Yes. Everything about it made her want to scream, yes. She didn't know where this 'sancuary' resided, nor did she care. The only thing she wanted was blood in her mouth again. She stole a glance at her coat, noting the abscence of recent wounds and scars. Time to make some knew ones. 

Shortly after, a male wolf entered the scene. Ishild studied the wolf, having never seen this stranger before. He bore a strong scent of Saltwinter however, and she knew he wasn't knew. She watched as the brown stranger followed in Caiaphas's pawsteps. None of the others had made their move yet, and with a menacing chackle she turned and followed after the queen, tail lashing behind her ashen frame.