Ankyra Sound sound & color

It did not take long for the soot-faced woman to arrive. Kierkegaard regarded her with a careful expression, lowering his skull and holding his tail tightly to his hocks. As much as he hated it, she was his Alpha and he wished to stay in the sound for as long as Caiaphas did. Though she was young, he could admire her spitfire tenacity and the way that she took everything in unabashed strides. While he thought that she was inexperienced and unprepared for her role, he would focus on the portions of the woman that he did appreciate until his time there ended.

Her eyes roamed over his companion for a brief moment before they settled on his own ragged, ghostly shape. The sentiment that she passed to him caused his nose to crinkle and a chuckle to escape from his mouth. Kierkegaard shook his head and then glanced toward her with a half-smirk on his inky lips. “Then why did you let me in?” the mercenary inquired. He was as stray as they came, and had been turned away from plenty of packs. Truth be told, if it weren't for Caiaphas, Kierkegaard was certain that he would not have a place at her side. Still, he did not appreciate the sardonic comments from Wylla – not when Grimnismal's numbers were still few.

Before he could say a word about the dark child next to him, Kaori had opened her mouth and prattled on about Lycaon. He frowned and turned to her with an exasperated sigh, furrowing his brow and fixing her with a stare. “Lycaon is here, child. Show respect,” he growled softly. Kierkegaard recalled meeting the young pale youth on the shores as he and Caiaphas had returned from the wash. Still, it seemed the two women beside him shared a shred of common ground. He turned back to Wylla with a small nod.

“She's come to be trained. The girl seeks a place in our ranks as my apprentice.”