Ankyra Sound into the rainbow vein

Surprised, Lucca lifted his head at her answer, catching sight of her piercing yellow gaze before dropping it once again. His nose wiggled, testing the air as if he could recognise her scent somehow, but the smell of the brine carried over from the ocean was overpowering. He did not recall if he had met her or not, but surely she wasn't lying! She knew both his name and the Redhawks!

He realised then that if she had come from the Plateau, he could ask for the direction back home, but he was travel-worn and did not trust himself enough to not get lost a third time. Perhaps after winter, if he even survived that long. The woman stepped back, and Lucca released a breath of air he had been holding unknowingly. "I've never heard of Ankyra Sound," he admitted, gazing past her into the forest. "I—I apologise for trespassing, ma'am, really."

He shifted again awkwardly. "I will make it up to you!" Somehow, someway. He just really didn't want to be killed by this terrifying woman.