Ankyra Sound Wake up call

Beta. “hM,” The boy turned away wide eyed. She was the Beta? No no no no, no. Mixed emotions flowed through him as he hastily and awkwardly turned his back to her. And suddenly, he wasn't sure he felt safe and protected within Saltwinter. She was clearly off her rocker, smelt like salted fish, and held that horrible, un-understandable accent on top of singing like a bat sent from hell to personally torment his existence. Yet, perhaps he was over exaggerating. He hardly knew her, after all. If she was the Beta, she had to have at least some agreeable qualities, right? Unknown to himself, he was actually turned away from her, murmuring these thoughts to himself as he debated on returning to the conversation. Once he did, he immediately regretted it. Staring frozen into the eyes of the mangy sea-witch, the uneasy feeling returned. His mouth stood ajar as he struggled to avert his gaze from her looming, entrancive eyes. “So,”​