Ankyra Sound to live and die by the sword

She eyed him, for a moment. Easily seen against the backdrop of sand. She licked along the seam of her muzzle, tracing the long thin scar that as building there. His teeth, and claws had put that there. It had been a good fight, but a fight none the less. Distasteful. Foul.

She is not near his islands, so he can say nothing to her. She tilts her head and looks around her, wondering if perhaps there is a reason for this meeting. Perhaps it was deigned that they meet again for some reason or another. 

So with queenly air, she moves forward, eyeing him. She stopped 10 feet from him, lifted her head high, she refuses to drop her head to him. Though she does keep her figure neutral.

Dreadfather. Yes? Clearly Atka and Sos have decided we shall meet again. Perhaps this meeting can go more, ahem, tamely.