Ankyra Sound Pressure

greetings to you —

ingram watches as she offers him a bow of her head; appeasing him momentarily. though the sound was neutral territory, it was bordered by both blackwater and the wolves that claimed the cliffs; sapphique trikova had called it.

she offers him her name and the name of a pack that he does not recognize, scouring through his mental list of known packs only to come up blank. so he assumes that they are new. questions begin snaking up ingram's throat: but he does not yet allow them to pass.

he would collect what information he could and relay it back to trikova.

it was, after all, part of his job as the keeper.

i am the keeper. ingram replies; offering his title as easily as if it were his own name. i have not heard of your sacrarium, the word feels strange rolling off his tongue. are you located nearby?