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

Once again her queen called, and once again Ishild followed. This behavior wasn't normal for the masked wolf, but, but for some reason, this howl drew her in. A salmon tongue swept along her ashen maw as she prowled toward her alpha. Her tail lashed, but remained low in respectful. She didn't know how touchy the high ranking members were -- except for Kjalarr. She'd definitely pushed his buttons the first time they had met. 

This time, she was the first to arrive, and the air around Caiaphas crackled with energy. Ishild knew it then that something was happening, and the possibility of bloodshed was thick. Her mouth watered as she thought about it. Being trained for battle all her life, she had actually missed some of it. Now, she may be able to get her fix of it.