Ankyra Sound they're lining up the prisoners and the guards are taking aim

“Not quite,” she tells him, looking back the way they’d come. It’ll be a bit before they’re out of the forest with the cliffs in view, but at least the way they came from Drageda had been in the background. “We are on the cliffs further norther. Drageda,” she tells him. He’s a capable body, showing her already what he’s capable of doing (even if she’d dealt the killing blow), and no scent to carry with his name that belongs to anyone else. She points down to the felled turkey with intent and then beckons him to follow. “I am Helix.”