Ankyra Sound Wretched thing

Ever since Sea Boy, a name he himself wreaked at these very shores, he crept around the borders more. He wondered if he would come again. To ask all the questions that never did. To see if any strangers from the great unknown would wash themselves to their land. The women worked to keep them safe from these things. But Thibault was as curious in a quiet way. Trailing far, observing things distantly and carefully before retreating to home.

Tail tucked between legs, his eyes grew blurry, his vision disoriented at a mangled rabbit. He did not know why it sickened him so. It was a normal thing, wasn't it?

It was with hesitancy and a great weight that Thibault had went beyond the borders of sapphique. Safer, were the walls protected by their women and his aunties. His papa, his maman.

"Bonjou--" his head, quirking to the rabbit no matter how hard he tried to look in her eyes instead. It kept disturbing him. He remained still and a distance away, a lowered tail, lazy eyes. In hers? Red, red eyes. He'd seen..little of the other packs. "Je ne t’ai-.." he paused, "jamais vu avant." Surely she spoke in this tongue?