Ankyra Sound Any wind means we're running

Whatever cautious worry had been working its way into Tux's mind was washed away by Ephraim's next statement, delivered in Trigedasleng like a true member.  He almost feels guilty for doubting Ephraim, but after all he has been through with the woman who had birthed him turning natrona it should come as no surprise.  He offers a thin smile, barely perceptible in the low-light glow of the grotto. 

Let's claim it, then.  He lazily rubs himself against a standing rock towards the outer wall and turns over his shoulder to look at his friend.  I don't like them being so close anyway.