Ankyra Sound devil's backbone

The dark girl introduced herself without missing a beat and Kierkegaard nodded his head softly in response to her name. Then, she inquired for his own and the ashen male cast her a sidelong glance before providing his own moniker in return, “Kierkegaard.” His voice was gruff and tired sounding, but he continued to plod forward in anticipation that she would follow after him without much fail. His last name didn't matter much to him, so he rarely offered it to those who asked for a calling, but he had not yet shed it and anticipated that he would hold onto it until he passed.

Moving on long legs, he made his way around to a few corners that had not been marked well enough and made sure that they reeked of the scent of Grimnismal. For as protective as Caiaphas was of the territory, he wanted to make sure that it was guarded well. Drawing his muzzle back toward the dark woman called Fearghal, he canted his head just slightly to the right. “You been here long?”