Ankyra Sound manticore

he agreed with a sharp nod. her words were fierce, laden with confidence. a firm glut of decision overran her angular features, and not for the first time did lasher, even in the cold grasp of fear, find his breath cut close by her beauty. yet he held this to his heart, a place of succor in this tremulous time. yet his mind searched for reason. if there was a chance that this captain -- 

"ferahgo. perhaps he is one with whom we can reason. give us the white wolfess." the druid's sides lifted with a sigh; ears folded against his skull as he turned to ponder the sea with no small degree of pensiveness. "i fear war upon my doorstep, dear one," he breathed. "perhaps i am weak." 

a dry chuckle of self-deprecation followed; presently, lasher took his emotions in hand and throttled them to submission. "but you are correct."