Ankyra Sound there's a place I have dreamed of

he’d been milling along the salals when a stirring in the treeline bid lycaon’s attention. he snuffed the air—a windrow of gusting rime carrying with it the fresh and alarming message on its spurs of a strange wolf in the area, and in the compromising situation of nearly ontruding their borders. lycaon sotpped in his tracks, spine piloerecting, and began prowling instep with the mincing footfalls that crunched amidst the woodlot.  

rustic in his approach to dealing with transients, the beta did not come upon the Drageda wolf brandishing cuspids just yet. instead, he enlisted a less…deleterious technique. arriving a short distance sidelong of her, he regarded the pallid female with tired scrutiny and issued a tactless demand. ”hey. you. blue-eyes-nose-blind. beat it”, with a directive thrust of his head.