Ankyra Sound "If."

Lukot. She knew their tongue. Ephraim visibly relaxed at that and his tail picked up a slow wag as he tailed along behind Eurycrates. He didn't mind that the man didn't address him as well; it was second nature for him to treat all other Dragedakru as higher ranked than he. He would be surprised to find that wasn't necessarily the case. Everyone in Trigeda had outranked him as well, so he merely assumed, and in this case it was the safest assumption to make.

"Ephraim," he announced to the dark-haired Helix, sweeping his gaze over her approvingly before dropping it to inspect the path. "I am Dragedakru," he tacked on in the pack's tongue, "I walk with Heda from Trigeda." It wasn't that he wished to exclude Eurycrates from the conversation. He had just grown used to using it while in Trigeda and it reassured him to hear another using it. Few wolves there deviated from it without a good reason and he'd had to adapt quickly, though there were still many words he was unsure of. He stumbled sometimes and chose the simplest language to convey his point, which Helix might pick up on. He was clearly not born of Drageda but he was learning fast.

To Eurycrates and his question, Ephraim passed a quick look and then turned his gaze back up to the Fleimkepa. It was her call now.