Ankyra Sound for these changes we will confront

He shook his head at the mention of antlers, but remained quiet. She did not appear to believe him, or had the worlds best poker face; either way, it didn't matter so much. The fanged deer did not live in this area of the world as far as he could tell. He often doubted they lived in the far north of his homeland, simply because he'd been told stories and been given zero proof.

The fish she described sounded ridiculous, but believable. The ocean held many strange creatures that a wolf would never have seen before. Although the narwhal that Caiaphas described would have made its home in the frigid waters outside of Russia, he would never know that. What piqued his interest now was the name she flippantly gave - themiscyra - because it reminded him of the strange names of the Nereids back in the Seahawk valley; and he turned a careful, scrutinous gaze upon her now.

"Odd that a Nereid woman would be alone," but maybe that had been her plan. Find worthy consorts along the shore. There had been talk among the wolves of Kindred, briefly, of the group living along the shores and collecting men, but the collection that Caiaphas now boasted wasn't ideal for that purpose. "Odder still that one would choose the strange rat-dogs as company." He meant Vlad and Rat specifically, but didn't care to name them.