Ankyra Sound Any wind means we're running

Instinctively, he lifted his leg and released a stream of urine where Ephraim had marked, and as the coywolf moved into the darkness he had to stop and wonder why he did it.  Still, there is little time to linger on it as he loses Ephraim in the darkness.  He wastes no time in moving in after Ephraim, holding his breath as the grotto squeezes in around him and releasing it once it widens back out.  He soon realizes that once again he can see, but the light is unnatural and strange.

It's the color of lightning, vivid and blue.  He can't help but to stare at it, and how it effects the colour of everything else around them.  He can see the rough texture of the stone walls that surround them, and he takes in a breath, about to ask Ephraim a question before he blurts something of his own.

his friend drops the Trigedasleng he was accustomed to and slipped into the common tongue.  Although Tux is embarrassingly terrible at reading social cues, it is nearly impossible to miss the effect that this place, whatever it is, has some meaning to Ephraim.  Know this place?  he echoes, a wrinkle appearing between his brow.

If it were up to Tux, he'd like to forget that once upon a time Ephraim had been one of them (whoever they were; as it stood "they" was just another derogatory term for anyone not in Drageda).  His nose scrunches, and he draws his tongue across his lips.  How?