Ankyra Sound lie in wait, hush little heart

Leucothoë was not clairvoyant at all; but if there was one wolf that it could be assumed she was clairvoyant to, it would be her own mirror image. They found their niche in each other, and there was never any fights that she could remember. So when her sister was bothered, Leucothoë knew; the differences were nothing at all to the eye that did not know her. But to an eye that did as well as Leucothoë's own, well, one might note that the typically loose and graceful gait Nesaea moved in was only the slightest bit more rigid, the way her shoulder rolled tightly... it told her of her discomfort. Leucothoë was perceptive as many wolves weren't, obsessed with the detail. Things must be perfect. Including her sister.

Nesaea fortunately was; she too cared for her appearance, and for everything they stood for. Leucothoë loved her sister very much for that; the Mother had blessed them both. In her own mind, her sister could hear the Sea... merely through her. And she was certain that the Mother might speak to her as well; the bloodline of their mother was truly a blessed one.

Hearing her sister speak, it took the groggy twin but a moment to translate what she was saying. Her head turned quickly so that she could look around them for prying eyes, perked ears. In this alone it was clear that she was not so sure of this place either, that one may not hear the word of her sister on the wind and carry it with them to the Matriarch herself. So Leucothoë merely said, You don't know that yet, although the look she gave expressed that she understood she might. Give it more time. We must share with them what we know. We are here for a purpose, She reminds, softly. Of course, Leucothoë was also young and prone to immature bouts herself, so she did not think it anything when she said to her sister—sure there were no eyes around them, for now—

But that one boy... How proud he was! She had seen nothing like it. Even in his subservience there was something to her keen eye... something, perhaps, of worth. She had much preferred the inky wolf, who was wise to turn away, who responded perfectly. She shook her head, glancing around them again. Nevermind it. Leucothoë huffs, and peeks toward her sister, Do you think Callantha will do better, here?