Ankyra Sound he beat her with a belt once, ‘cause she cried

Raleska was studying the trees distrustfully when a male approached. Under normal circumstances the mulish girl might not have been so welcoming, but the enormity of the trees, even from this distance, unsettled Raleska. She hadn’t remembered this particular feature about this place, and even if it was her alleged home, she didn’t carry the same obsession with the sound her mother did. 

Lifting her gaze from the immeasurably wide boughs that sat in the distance, Raleska realized this male shared a similar scent to all of them; the pungence of the sound clung thick to his coat, as did the scent of both her brothers and mother. She was a little more receptive then to his presence, and when he asked her name she shyly answered. Raleska. Who are you? Her eyes were wide with interest as she glanced him over - he wasn’t cut from the same cloth as she or the other Eyjolfurs. He seemed thicker, broader and far more strong - even his countenance wore a ruggedly determined expression that stirred her curiosity.