Ankyra Sound you can’t save me

The question caused a subtle shift in Sobeille’s demeanor as she straightened her spine. Treepie’s head tilted, an ear flicking idly at a particularly sharp bark from one of the pups. She fought the urge to look at them—they were fine, merely roughhousing as they were wont to do—and instead fixed her eyes on her companion’s face.

Clueless even after Sobeille spoke, Tiuttuk replied, The what? before the latter three words really registered.

Intuiting that she was about to hear another twist in the tale, Treepie tensed. “The drop” was an ominous phrase, particularly in this context. Whatever it entailed, the puppies had never returned. Her stomach performed a nervous, sickening flip as her own backbone went rigid. Apprehension swept through her, as if sensing the next few words Sobeille said would be their Rubicon.