Ankyra Sound one gonna help me keep, another gonna help me take

Sif gave a grateful nod at the mention of water. She pulled herself to her paws and picked her way after the dark stranger, wobbling a bit while her mind further cleared. Hopefully, some water would help balance the contents of her stomach.

While they walked, she realized what he'd last said to her, and latent embarrassment washed over her once more. Obviously, there had been a misunderstanding here. "You don't... don't know Isengrim?" she asked, a bit dubious still. He'd said that this was Isengrim's territory, hadn't he? But, she had to concede that it made little sense for Isengrim to have kept this from her. He would've showed her, wouldn't she? With a little sigh, she accepted that this was the truth. "He is my brother," she explained, choosing her words carefully. "I... thought he lived - um -here."