Ankyra Sound schadenfreude

The man offered a name that, to Raleska, carried great gravitas with it. Had she been her mother, she would have recognized the surname immediately — but Raleska was a sweet summer child, and so, was blithe to the ominous memories behind that name. She offered a brief, almost curt smile — it was a name that was rough and rolled of the tongue sharply. Raleska approved. 

This bantering game they played was rather thrilling to Raleska, who had yet to meet many wolves that challenged her. The revelation he too was born of leaders earned him an apprising quirk of a brow; Raleska approved of that, too. 

He asked after her name, and the Eyjfolfur was not bashful. Raleska. She stated it simply, peering at Tartok with piqued interest before asking with no qualms whatsoever: Interested?