Ankyra Sound make a den, build a fire; later, the smoke will taste like plums

She offers authority and where he might not usually give what they want, he’s compelled to lower his larger form. It’s awkward and he doesn’t like it, but he has a need that only she can give him. His tail hangs low between his legs and ears relaxed upon his head. When she speaks, he looks up, unable to tear away from her hardened expression.

“Mhm,” he offers her with a flick of his tongue across his teeth. “I think you’d benefit from me,” he says with a point upward, angled toward the cliffs. Her looks hadn’t gone unnoticed before but now he needs to act, and this is his only shot at success when his death is written in the stars should he go at it alone. "My loyalty is not with them."