Ankyra Sound "If."

Distant muffles make it difficult to hear what they’re saying and she doesn’t put in any effort to try. She remains stiff and uninviting, watching intently. Her purpose is to keep the borders of Drageda safe and they may be miles behind her but they’re close enough to annoy her. Her feet remain planted, unable to move until the others have gone about their way.
 
The smaller of the two, however, acknowledges her. Her nose lifts slightly, heightening her posture in response. He shouts something—Lukot o baga?—and her ears stiffen, leaning forward to make sure she heard correctly. She spends a few seconds to look at the pointed frame and frosted colors. She vaguely recalls a child returning to Trigeda with Thuringwethil. Neither of her sons mentioned anything about Heda, having left before they’d gotten there, but does this mean they’re back? Helix’s jaw tightens and she tightens her posture in anticipation.
 
“Lukot,” she says smoothly, glancing over to the other in an attempt to jog her memory. The other one doesn’t seem familiar at all, but it could have been a wolf in Drageda before Thuringwethil left and she’d simply forgotten but she hesitates any further assumptions.