Ankyra Sound hor-watit flaming against my enemies

The ghost-like sylph had not been expecting a summons, but when it came she turned to oblige it -- her triangular ears cupped forwards in curiosity. She had not been far yet, having spent most of the day tending to her Warden duties -- the mundane task of border patrol amused her, and often, validated her.

When she rounded upon them her sights fell first on Spyridon -- the black-pelted male that had thus far been a great asset to the pack. A precursory glance yielded the impression that he was not under attack; he was in an inclined position that lead Caiaphas to believe him nearly relaxed. Her sharp gaze then befell the lithe woman before him -- and meeting the brilliance of her lapis gaze for only a moment, she awaited some sort of introduction or cause.