Ankyra Sound she speaks with a voice that sets men trembling

it's the first time eske notices an actual difference in the borders of the pack that had settled on drakru's doorstep. their border that touches drakru's is fading with neglect. she is immediately suspicious of it — she's never been one for blind optimism — and walks the scent lines for a while to determine that it was not just a small area that had gone stale. the fading scent was consistent and at a certain point when she feels comfortable with assuming that the last leg of the perimeter is also faded wanlida stops. the gears in her mind turn as she squints at the yawning territory of the sound that stretches before her. the only conclusion she can draw is that they have abandoned their claim. why else would a pack neglect what was likely their most important stretch of border? she can fathom no other reason but that does not mean that eske is not weary.

she doesn't trust it to be true — at least not without a thorough investigation — and steps towards the borders, crossing from drageda's borders into the thin no-man's land between. she wants to investigate. to affirm for herself that it is not a trick, nor a clever maneuver to get them to lower their guards. she hesitates. she is more than capable of taking care of herself but she feels the insistent ( if not annoying ) nag to call someone to accompany her. if he were still alive she'd have summoned arlo and then thought of étoille but in the end does not call for him. instead, she lifts her muzzle and sends up an extremely vague, discreet call for @Thuringwethil.