Ankyra Sound Ten sly piranhas

Ostregas were strong wolves, traditional and persistent in their pursuits. Sometimes they were foolhardy and occasionally just plain fools, but what Verrine had told his children about Ostregas stuck in Kevlyn's head. He wasn't quite old enough to know what all it meant, but he understood the gist. Ostregas were strong... so why wasn't he?

The fact was, Kevlyn was terrified. He was alone in a dark cave at the edge of Ankyra's territory, an altogether different cave than Caiaphas had used to hide another puppy of whom he was unaware. This one was set in the ground near the cliffs, or at the base of the cliffs—he was too young to properly get his bearings. He was too young to be here, but those who took him in didn't seem to think so. He'd met a male earlier that morning who had begun explaining words like "consort" and "siren"... words that had no meaning to little Kevlyn.

Ostregas are strong, he thought to himself in terms a toddler would comprehend as he struck out from his hole in the ground. He was much too young to be unsupervised and, he'd quickly learned, he wasn't; there was a male posted nearby keeping an eye on him. Presently they were unseen as Kev cast around, looking for anyone that would interact with him. This shore looked very much like Stavanger Bay's, but he'd observed differences in the way the wolves here behaved. While those at home paid lots of attention to the pups, the wolves here, especially the female ones, seemed happy to ignore him, save for dropping off chewed up mush for food and barring him from wandering off.