Ankyra Sound none and none together are still none

Ah, what am I doing?

Liar! he thought venemously, eyes now algow with his ire. He'd come this far and found one of them, and now this wolf would not cooperate enough to tell him whether she lived or died? Maybe... maybe they killed her. This wolf killed her.

"I see," he said simply, thoughts whirring quickly within the confines of his mind. Kill it, they said. Inside, familiar anger writhed, roaring to be freed. Though it had often fueled his body and won him battles, it was also why he'd never measured up to the rest of the Cairns. Through his fury, he could often best even those leagues above him - but never a Cairn, and never anyone else who kept the same kind of calm in battle. Wicked Kesnia, domineering old Skellige, sly Leokadia, shrewd Ishild... They were tacticians, warlords. And Marbas? He was just angry.

Without another sound, Marbas lunged for the other wolf, aiming for the face.