Ankyra Sound none and none together are still none

Hoping for my lovely half-sis @Ishild, but anyone is welcome!

The evening air was clean and moist, and so salt-soaked that he thought his nose might crack - but that was how he liked it, and he'd grown used to scenting under the smell of the sea, to find the sublter trails of creatures less powerful than the ocean blue. He'd been following doggedly after a scuttling, injured seagull for the better part of an hour when a familiar scent made his lips curl.

"Raccoon-face," he said almost fondly, starting forward at once. But the faint trail led to a very clear and distinct border, across which were the lands of yet another wolf pack - one that Ishlid had apparently gone into. For a moment, he debated calling for her. Would she come? For you, a bastard? Though Bronislav had made it clear that he was to be treated as any other Cairn, Marbas had always had his misgivings. Warsaw, cutthroat as it was, left little room for heart-to-hearts, and Marbas had never know the true feelings his half-siblings had toward him.

But I cannot wait for her to appear, he argued with himself, fearing what being found lingering on this pack's doorstep might mean. It was best to announce himself, even if he wasn't quite fond of giving up the element of surprise.

Decision made, he let out a polite but inquisitve howl. I would do well to be more respectful this time, he thought ruefully.