Ankyra Sound At least that's what they think

Raleska’s insistence in patrolling the borders had only doubled since Vercingetorix’s return. What had previously been a habit was now a full on neurotic devotion; she hoped to see Caiaphas return any day, and hopefully shed light on the dark matters Vercingetorix spoke of. In the back of her mind she still fervently disbelieved the Dragedan; it had crossed her mind on more than one occasion that Caiaphas might never return, and that Vercingetorix had some grim hand in her dam’s disappearance. 

Hearing a howl not so far from Rusalka’s perimeter, Raleska sped towards it and was met with the stern form of a wolf that seemed, somehow, familiar. She had no idea Derg was Grezig’s sibling, but she inspected him thoroughly, visually assessing both he and Keen with a troubled cant of her head. Later she’d realize the familial resemblance, but for now she was simply suspicious given the fact her mother still had not returned.  This is Rusalka. Who are you, and why are you here?