Ankyra Sound Let the masquerade begin

Take a guess, the man replied. Raleska squinted, suspicion shading the dark corners of her gaze. She had endless experience patrolling -- but she was possibly Rusalka's worst recruiter. She had all the pleasant presence of a jelly-fish armed with porcupine quills - not exactly the picture of charming diplomacy.

Her fur was bristling as the man sized her up; she met his stare indignantly, disliking how she had just been visually measured like a piece of fish-scrap. "Most wolves howl." Raleska said pointedly, her tone cold as she awaited what hopefully would be a way more forthcoming explanation.