Ankyra Sound reason and fury

While Raleska's eyes had yet to gain their sharp focus, her nose was somewhat useful. As Kierkegaard leaned in, the current around them changed and she smelled him with brief clarity. Her father was as familiar as Illidan, perhaps more so, for Raleska associated her father with positive things and lifting the tiresome weight of her brother off of her was no different. With a squeal she wriggled on the floor, babbling nonsensically to herself as she sought out Kierkegaard's form. Instead of Kierkegaard, she bumped back into Illidan and with a low growl scooted clumsily back, her muzzle already showing a remarkable aptitude for expressive scowls.