Ankyra Sound your bones are the spires of Stockholm

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Short cameo.

Drawn forth from the depths of his own mind, the boy rose from his place of waiting when the second howl had rung through his ears. A glance or two at his surroundings had been stolen, searching for a familiar pelt of grey, before he’d shaken his head and proceeded to locate the group. After them he’d trailed, having fallen behind, though it wasn’t enough for him to lose any chance at catching up. Trekking onward, the albino stopped only after having reached the rest of the wolves whose home he shared, and, behind them, he stopped. He remained upright, body rigid with uncertainty, whilst those that stood across from the Drageda wolves were examined. From them to his leaders his eyes had flickered, only to bounce back and then settle on the gathering of strangers. Silent, yet attentive, he observed the scene and awaited to hear how the conversation might go.

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