Ankyra Sound something rotten in the state of denmark

She crowed shrilly from up ahead, skittering over the rocks like a lizard. Vlad did his best to follow, pausing here and there to lick the walls and grimacing hard when these spot tests yielded sharp or astringent tastes. Sound bounced off the dark walls in all directions, and it would take him a long time to find his way back or unaided.

But Ankyra HQ itself was quite a sight to behold. The light came as if from nowhere, painting the cavern a cool, ever-shifting green. Vlad didn't understand the wraith's explanation, but absorbed the rest of the information easily enough - no fresh water, but plenty of space and protection from the elements.

"What I gain?" he returned with a bark of laughter, ears flattening when the cave returned the sound to him. "Why I risking life for so skeenny meal?" He gestured over the water at her. "Vlad not full eedjot. Where you find fud? You leek wall?" That would certainly explain why she was so sour. Still, Vlad did not find the black-faced hybrid entirely unlikeable.