Ankyra Sound Any wind means we're running

Truth be told, Ephraim remembered very little of his birthplace. The blue glow was cemented in his mind as something that stood out because he had never encountered it anywhere else, but the rest of the grotto was unremarkable, and he couldn't remember anything specific about the beach other. He'd been just old enough to get out and explore when they'd been snatched away by their parents after the bear made his way into the Sound, so his memories were hazy at best.

The best explanation he had for feeling the way he did about the grotto was misplaced sentiment. He'd long ago lost his family and by pledging himself to Drageda, and leaving with Heda for Trigeda, he had wholly forsaken them. Given a choice between returning to the family he'd lost and the family he had now, it was obvious what he would do. He could hardly remember the names of his relatives, let alone their faces, but here was something tangible that connected them to him without requiring that he turn his back on those who had taken him in... and what a wonder it was that it was so close to Drageda, he could visit whenever he wished.

It was warmer than he first thought it would be, though there was still a draft coming from several of the tunnels leading out of the room. Maybe that was his sentiment at play, too. Turning to Tux with bright eyes, Ephraim emphatically declared, I don't want anyone but Drageda being here. The scents in the sand above seemed hostile to him now, and the hair on his back bristled. This was his home and it was presided over by his pack. Especially now, he didn't like the thought of anyone else loitering in it.