Ankyra Sound I can turn you on - or I will turn on you

Late, was all she said. It was all she needed to know. Ondine didn't need to know Maude's life — ok maybe she did they were packmates after all. She still didn't like the idea of her life being pried open, especially not by someone who clearly despised her and would use such information to her devious advantage.

She denied poisoning the food, and her reasoning made sense. Their rag-tag band was small enough as it was without one of them dying or going out of commission. She huffed, rolled her eyes and prepared to take a tentatively bite of the rabbit when she heard it.

Kja-kja

Maude stiffened, a growl rumbling in her chest. Da 'ell did ye call 'im? She snapped, her lips curling to reveal her yellowed, twisted fangs. Only she could call Kjalarr kja, or any variation on the name. Or at least, she declared that to herself.