Ankyra Sound rule number four, gotta be lookin' pure

Her electric eyes roved the lithe female's form, from the daintiness of her paws to the tallness of her ears. Studying her features quietly, Nyx gaze lingered a little longer on the unfamiliar hue of the russet stranger's irises. A rare trait she had never seen through her months of travel, though she did not find this as intriguing as the clear signs of coyote blood that showed in the sharpness of her snout. She hoped that this hybrid would not be as volatile as Caiaphas.

The stranger offered an explanation for her summons, and surprised Nyx by... making eyes at her? Her hackles bristled at once and her lip twitched with the urge to growl a warning, but she withstood for the time being and simply continued to glower. Her stare broke only when another pack-mate sidled up alongside her, and Nyx blinked briefly toward the mottled wolfess she recognised from the unfortunate encounter with the Drageda trespasser. Acknowledging her as leader with a downward sweep of her peppered tail, the agouti Ostrega resumed her silent, judemental glare at the newcomer.