Ankyra Sound not afraid of the storm that comes my way

the wizened she-wolf watched the youth, her gaze scrutinizing as she tried to pry from his countenance any sort of unwittingly exposed emotion. she wasn't entirely convinced of his motives, though she sensed he posed no threat to ankyra sound. when the male disclosed he was born in the bay a stifled expression of surprise was evinced from the female's gaunt countenance. so was kevlyn she thought.

"one of ankyra's finest was stavanger-born." she intoned slowly, her voice monotone despite the sharp pang of loss that riddled her chest. "kevlyn. though he was swept to death by a wolf, not the sea." her expression turned bitter as she remembered the red woman that had flayed life from her son's hide. someday, i will return the favor, the gritty sylph promised inwardly.