Ankyra Sound there's an oily brine bilgewater baptism waiting below

Strangers in their home. Crosscurrent could smell the stress on his mother with each new intrusion, each new meeting between one of his siblings and one of the strangers. He couldn't ease her stress, not when she seemed to fear him so much, but he could try to prevent any new reasons for it. So he followed his sibling, one of the ruddy twins, the troublemaker it seemed; followed them right into the path of a stranger.

He regarded the red wolf with a hard stare, looking for a moment far older if only around the eyes. He stepped closer to Lilimar, nudging their shoulder plaintively. Didn't they know how upset their mother would be?