Ankyra Sound the cask of amontillado

she doesn't trust this Drakon. especially since Meerkat seems not to know him. she gives the stranger a jaundiced eye before looking toward her acquaintance, a kind of pleasure blooming within her.

betrothed. expecting. she doesn't know either of those words.

but she knows a fulfilled wolf when she sees one, and Meerkat is that to an absolute tee. her face is one of undoubted pleasure as she looks over Meerkat.

we are fine, Avicus responds, nodding solemnly. but she cannot relax. 'hhh'Rakon, she barks, whipping toward the wolf, indigo eyes blazing. are you of h'hhapphique?

she doubts it. 

and if he is, he is a trespasser. too close to their lands. they will drive him away.