Ankyra Sound i mean like a goddamn marching band

Helix slows to a stop when she startles the woman. Knowing better than to get too close now, regardless of their size difference, she holds back. The stranger is close to Drageda territory but they are neutral territory nonetheless.  All she can do it that moment is simply warn her without acting and proving their aggression.
 
“No,” she states rather plainly, though her gaze hardens. Her head swings back and she points with her nose at the cliffs that silhouette their background. Home. “You are not from around here,” she observes. Helix is new to the area but the coast she knows, regardless of where she is. Born of the sea and lived for years, before she’d been forced out, and perhaps the only thing that keeps her sane in a pack that does not feel yet home.