Ankyra Sound the odyssey

It did not take long for a someone to arrive. By scent she noted that the wolf was a male, and he looked as pristine as she did. For the moment, she did not wear the sand the Sea so often lent to her. In their travels, the encrusted jewels had fallen away as they passed through freshwater sources. Leucothoë thought him a good consort on that principle alone for a moment; he was smart to keep so pristine so as to not offend the eye...

But his eyes lingered. Not on her, in particular, no, but on the whole of them. For an instant Leucothoë felt infuriated and nearly betrayed this... but the calm of her mother soothed her. Another came and looked away swiftly—wisely—but Leucothoë felt her anger had been misplaced for the moment. There were many lesser wolves who lived near Bays and upon the shores that carried the scent of the Sea, and Leucothoë herself had been taught to never judge one by their appearance. The sterling youth heard her mother speak in their tongue and still was silent, though took a step forward now that she knew they had arrived so that she was just behind her mothers shoulder.

Leucothoë did not look to the sullen Callantha, nor to her sister that was identical to her; no, her eyes remained upon the male that so boldly looked to her family, and she mirrored her mother in mind and body. Now that there was no questioning who they were, she waited for him to look away.