Ankyra Sound I k chertu , on vernulsya《And to Hell, he returned》(J)

She stood over him like a gaunt menace, her shrewd eyes fastened on his visage as he spoke of the story on how he accumulated such ugly wounds. Her expression faltered slightly -- a look mixed of both ridicule and disbelief amassed her dark muzzle in a contrasting sneer.

It was clear she did not trust him -- not yet -- but if it was true he laid his life down for a female, he perhaps would fit well with the Ankyran wolves.

"What a novel idea." She supplied dryly, no pity clouding her sharp eyes as she assessed him. In his current state, she surmised he would be somewhat incapacitated -- give him time, and perhaps he would make a good consort yet. "Who?" She surveyed him again, her eyes showing well her disbelief -- unless he wished to be turned away, it was clear she demanded a more detailed account as to know exactly what sort of trouble Vector was bringing to her doorstep.