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

So close was he to this dandy hunk of world that he was within heavy earshot of this round of vocal snatch and grab that he naturally did that. Snatched, and grabbed. 
Voice went up as he stood possessively over the kill he had earned for him and Camilla. It was a timbre of naturality, but tinted heartily with his accent as the howl stood up and outted his position. He didn’t care; what mattered was he was gonna snatch and grab their seat in this pack, and that was just that. Maybe if it was full of broads, he’d start that harem thing that Arabic Company member was tellin’ him about! Who knows...

but regardless, his voice rougishly slung in with the others who took their part in this family. 

He’d find out who they were soon enough.