Ankyra Sound something rotten in the state of denmark

a sense of confusion clouded her features as she heard the wolf's dialect -- what? her ears pulled back in consternation and displeasure while her hackles only continued to stiffen. she wasn't about to be cowed by an outsider -- and it showed in her refusal to rescind her initial response of defensiveness. every piece of fur on her thin body was bristled to the point where she resembled a spooked and outraged cat.

"want to find out?" she challenged inquiringly, her expression dark as she steeled herself to back down her words. she wasn't exactly the best fighter, but if she had to defend the sound she would -- and as the last living resident ankyra knew, it was her duty to do so. "why are you here?"