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

Greyjoy's heart broke at the sight of the small boy, quivering in fear and loneliness. Though he knew the boy didn't belong, he hoped that once the child understood their ways, he would want to stay. Greyjoy was not a supporter of kidnapping, and though Caiaphas claimed she had found him wandering alone, the grey wolf wasn't totally convinced.

"What is her name?" he asked, wondering if by chance he had come across this wolf, or if he would at some point or another. "It will be alright, young one. You are in a safe place." Greyjoy had smelled the boy's scent before, but couldn't quite remember when that was. It must have been weeks ago, when they were first establishing their claim. "I'm Greyjoy. What's your name?" Even if the boy couldn't tell him his mother's name, maybe he knew his own.