Ankyra Sound the odyssey

Any day now, Caiaphas expected retribution -- Duskfire had stolen her ward, and in return, she had delivered to their doorstep a dark and formidable present. She surmised soon they would learn the true nature of the gift, and eventually detect the Sound's hand in the matter.

Because of this, Caiaphas had redoubled her daily patrols -- she scarce had enough piss to fill a deer's skull, much less enough to mark the entire territory. As a result she was tired, irritable -- the gaunt sharpness of her gaze grim with exhaustion. Yet for all her enervation, she could not mistake the wafting scent of strangers on the breeze -- upon their detection her hackles rose along her spine like a primitive fish's fins fanning outward in a flare of aggression.

She was quick upon the scene, striding forwards with flatboned limbs and a feral propensity about her. Spyridon and Kevlyn, her two most trusted consorts (and perhaps, packmembers) had already intercepted the party. The Siren Queen briefly took stock to each -- one sea-crone dressed in ghastly greys, a whelp whose outward appearance rivaled Kevlyn's meticulousness, a pale and cheerless cub with eyes adverted, and at last, a carbon copy of the first prissly youth Caiaphas had laid eyes upon<.

She claimed her space confidently, her ears pressed forwards as she hailed the eldest of the group. It was not often that wolves came by the bevy to her doorstep, and what little she had learned of the world was that parties did not often go in her favor. Caught between perilous times and war, Caiaphas could not chance her pack's safety to a sundry band of sullen travelers. Γιατί ήρθες ; While she had caught the tail end of Minthe's explanation, it did not soften Caiaphas' defensive anticipation -- times were troubled, and enemies everywhere.