Ankyra Sound How did you think I wouldn't guess

Her pelt flushed with heat; she had never been awkward in declaring her affections before, even with wolves higher on the food chain than her. Perhaps it was because she had hoped for different circumstances, perhaps because she didn't want the sea-witch there in front of her. She kept silent, a soft, keening whine exiting her throat as it tightened, shifting the sand beneath her.

A slight smile flickered onto her face as he rejected Ondine's affection, but her sadistic joy was short lived as Kjalarr returned to the conflict at hand. Her ears were flattened against her head, and she looked away for a moment before glaring at the both of them with renewed vigor and passion in her eyes. She squared up, her body tense as her teeth bared at Ondine. She can't 'ave yew, Maude whispered, malice tinging her voice. Because yer mine.