Ankyra Sound Wretched thing

Astera wasn't far. The yearling had been scouring the shore for any beached fish or unfortunate crabs, but hadn't found much. Instead, she came across a foreign scent. Not Sapphique, nor was in anyone she was acquainted with. The Sound wasn't her packs claim, but it was close enough.

The pale girl tracked the scent and pawprints in the sand, appearing at the scene. She saw the monochrome woman, and Thibault. She quickly rushed to his side, tail held high. Aggressive wolves wouldn't be tolerated so near to her pack, especially with the soon-to-arrive pups. She gave them a harsh glare.

"You were sayin'?"