Ankyra Sound "If."

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Not just determined, but loyal. A loyal little foot soldier. A hoplite comes to mind--suitable name for the boy, should his own be insufficient. If Eurycrates never knows the coywolf by his true moniker, this is what he will call him. But this is all beside the point--
Seems like all rivers run through your Heda, he rumbles, mouth twitching with irritation held in check. He does not like being told 'no'; he never has. There is only one way to claim this land, and it is through means he would rather not pursue.
His cool gaze lifts to find a burly dark shape close by, a silent watcher. So there are more guards, and bigger types than this lad. That speaks better of this band of wolves than his first greeter. Earnest as he is, the coywolf could have done much more growing in the womb, in his view.
Then again, the boy's head would have been dashed against a rock long ago, if Eurycrates had been given a say. No use for the weak and the small.
Lead the way, Eurycrates decides, with a subtle sigh. Why not? He already has gone against the wind by leaving his family. At this point, there is nothing left to lose but his life. I will meet with your leader and the wolves she commands.

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