Ankyra Sound every tomb, every sea, spit the bones from your teeth

He can't help but size her up with his gaze; it takes a minute, thanks to the blurring of one eye, but he finds her to be suitably submissive with his approach. Admitting that she wanted to join the ragtag group of beach-combers was interesting to him because she seemed so much healthier than the wolves of the coast, not so rangy or ill-tempered. Perhaps she was manipulating him? But he gave her the benefit of his doubt, assumed she was merely a wanderer looking for a place to rest.

Not very many people know we're living here - how did you find us? By chance? He wanted to make sure that this wasn't some trick by the Dragedan wolves, still unaware that their own claim upon the cliffs had receded recently. He studied her further as she responded, mostly because she was young and healthy and attractive — but he remained stoic, letting his curiosity direct the conversation. Regardless of how he viewed this stranger, Yami would always be his #1.