Ankyra Sound long and weary my road has been

there was an awful lot of talking for the young man to really pay attention to what was being said. he was able to note when the stranger made motion toward him, but he only furrowed his brow and breathed a heavy breath through flared nostrils. it was then that his mother seemed to take a good position. the young doppelganger turned his attention to her with a sharp look, but his expression did not change from its stoic shape.

caiaphas spoke of 'we', and the boy found that confusing. she mentioned that she did not have an issue with killing, to which the whiskers along his muzzle twitched. then, she made a comment about their neighbors and the behaviors that she had noted in her time. this was something that the young savage thought to be interesting. he turned his gaze back toward the cliffs with a frown. he wondered what it took to exist the way that they did, or if they were simply behaving as shrewdly as the rest of the world believed rusalka to. one way or another, the dark-hooded young man knew that he would not have been caught dead in their ranks.