Ankyra Sound i am not your blowing wind, i am the lightning [pack howl]

With one of their founders held captive on the distant cliffs, there was a palpable tension rippling along through the pack that could not be ignored. Svalinn did not willingly try to seem unconcerned, but he busied himself as he could, just to stave off the anxious energy that seemed to course through him at all times with the winding rush of a hellfire river. The young wolf was beginning to feel thrashed, but he stood resilient, and the forest kept him well fed.

He was muzzle-deep in a frosty cache when Caiaphas' commanding howl rang out. The gold vandal threw back his soiled lips, letting her voice reach its peak before adding his own: a short, blaring call - pitched sharp and eager to equal his mien. Quieting down, he listened to the voices of his packmates for a while before returning his nose to the dirt.