Ankyra Sound the odyssey

A few quiet minutes passed before a grey-furred male appeared from amongst the trees. Nesaea visibly tensed as he approached — flanked by a larger, hulking man — and watched them both carefully. Her nerves were quelled, however, as the younger one stated the name of the territory and its leader — the very one they were looking for. She, too, let out a breath as Minthe did, looking to her as she spoke in their native language before switching to the common tongue to address the foreign wolves.

Normally, the girl would try to sink into the shadows when confronted with any number of strangers, though she felt slightly more confident with her mother and sister by her side (and Call, she guessed, solely because she added to their number). Her ears slowly pricked forward and a flicker of amusement flashed across her gaze as Leucothoë seemed to stare the simple boy down. It was bold that he dared not lower his eyes, but Nesaea couldn't commend him. She, too, stared back though perhaps with less intensity than her twin, tail flicking at her haunches as she quickly regarded the darker consort. At least one of them was proving to be respectful.