Ankyra Sound rule number four, gotta be lookin' pure

While Kierkegaard had thought their young leader to be entirely inexperienced, he did note the way that she regarded this new blood and how she had realized each of their dislike for the brazen display of interest on the stranger's features toward one of the Grimnismal wolves. The ashen brute did not know the golden woman's name, but he still found himself irritated by the actions of the girl named Witchbaby. Wylla noted the disdain and found her own way to turn the loner away from their borders. The pink-eyed girl had taken some offense to the statement before she turned her tail and departed from the scene without much else to say.

Grateful for the reprieve from the company of the cocksure little female, Kierkegaard turned to dip his head to their Alpha before he left in a few lumbering steps. His shoulders rolled with each step, but the ghost did not turn to look back at the group. The mercenary sought the privacy of the grotto and the hidden caves that would cloak his figure from the others of the pack – at least, for a short while.