Ankyra Sound a grey mist on the sea’s face

Eske doesn’t return to her with helpful information but by the sound of it, she doesn’t want the wolf lingering close enough to Drageda. The way she rolls over is enough to convince she is not a threat but she cannot proceed further north. She glances to Eske with a quirk of her brow and then a point of her nose. “Buk em au,” she tells the guard, eyes slowing grazing back over the submissive wolf. Her tail stiffens over her spine and she turns, letting a lingering moment before she turns back the way they’d originally came as she leaves Eske to her duty.