Ankyra Sound you're just a ghost

The Beta was not alone for long. As he finished off his fish, eating what he could stomach to take from it, he took a few steps back, drawing his salmon pink tongue across his jowl, the aftertaste of salt and fish something that he was going to have to deal with until he could cleanse his palate with something else...if he was lucky enough to catch something further. For now, as he was learning, he accepted (however begrudgingly it was) that what he ate of the fish might be his final meal for the night, perhaps even until the next evening. His ears swiveled to either side of his head at the sound of approach — but not by one but two wolves. One he recognized as he turned to face them: the pale coated male from the fight for the deer — admittedly the first time the Beta had met him. There hadn't been any time for introductions or small talk, admittedly.

The second: a female her scent told him — he didn't know at all. She remained away from him and the other male, all but a ghostly silhouette in the distance to Kjalarr's monochromcy. “I am not a fan of fish,” Kjalarr spoke to them, ensuring that his voice carried so the female could, too, hear. “There is some left if either of you want it. It's not much but...” He trailed off with an errant shrug of his broad shoulders. Not much was pretty much all that the Teekon Wilds were offering them, at the moment. “I'm Kjalarr.” He didn't add Beta because he thought that was pretty self explanatory (or perhaps Caiaphas had informed them and thus he didn't want to be redundant).