Ankyra Sound Amongst the waves

Kjalarr heard the call rise into the air, breaking through the gentle and comforting lull of the tide and into the cavernous mouth of The Grotto where the young viking had been lingering, squinting out into the light gray, almost white (where it should have been gold) painted horizon as the sun inched ever closer to it's descent beneath the jagged risings of earth in the distance. Darkness had yet to fall, for the light of the sun would linger still for a few hours more but the call at the borders had demanded Kjalarr's attention. While this was not particularly true he had mentioned about guarding the borders to Caiaphas upon his acceptance though his interest had been less in potential members of the motley crew and in the promise of adventure he nevertheless made his way across the sands of the Sound's shore, catching the loner's shadowed form a few feet from their borders. Kjalarr's approach was slow, studying her to the best of his abilities with the distance between them, his head high and his tail raised above his back in an easy display of dominance.

As of right now, he was the only Saltwinter wolf to greet her and thus he was the highest ranking member present for the moment. “Why are you here?” Kjalarr demanded his inquiry and her purpose in the mimicked accent of his father before him, subconsciously canting his head ever so slightly to the right as he continued to observe her. He had a suspicion as to why she was parked at Saltwinter's borders it seemed like the best — if not the most obvious — question he could ask at the present moment. For now he would humor her until Caiaphas' arrival.