Ankyra Sound A tale of wickedness... and worse!

Not at all! Hope you don't mind if I bump this to present day, it's just easier.

He continued to stare out at the choppy sea with huge ears quivering. A sense of dread and foreboding settled squarely on his small shoulders, causing Kevlyn to shiver, but not from the cold. He couldn't help immaturely wondering why he'd been brought here, away from his family. He found he missed his twin intensely.

Had he the means, he would have right then and there tried to escape Ankyra Sound and return to the Bay. He was just a child, though, and didn't have the slightest idea which way to go, and he certainly couldn't fend for himself. Any manner of predator could pick him off by himself. That thought brought with it yet another wave of dread, this time accompanied by the prickling of tears in his eyes.

Greyjoy's voice snapped through his reverie and Kev turned his tearful gaze to the male, who had lowered himself nonthreateningly. For a moment, he was quiet—this was really the first wolf who'd spoken to him in anything but a curt manner since Caiaphas tempted him away from his home—but then he said, in a high-pitched, wavering voice, "want my ma."