Ankyra Sound i mean like a goddamn marching band

Lily speaks of her friend, his name, what he looks like, and she tucks it away for later as it does not match anyone she has met. There’s a lot of estrogen this high on the coast that a male would be noted with ease and the way she spoke of him indicates something else there, at least on one end. A curious glint from her gaze is all that is offered before the usual stony, hardened expression returns.
 
“We are not much different than other packs,” she says with an idle shrug. They have their ways, but that is not for Lily from the North to know. “But there are many of us, not just on the cliffs.”