Ankyra Sound once there was a bee named spider

upon their introduction Lycaon had thought of Kierkegaard as nothing less than an estimable man—if not hopelessly tongue-tied—given his contributions to the continuance of his adoptive mother’s existence. for that alone, Lycaon possessed a solemn respect for the argent stoic.  of course, he’d never heard the sound of the guy's voice aside from a single grunt of acknowledgement when they were acquainted, up until their encounter with the Drageda dregs. 

their sister’s fierce accusation that his mana’s guardian could possibly be behind some conspiracy against their pack caused alarm to stir up the boy’s spine. his ears flew back with dilemma—could it be true? he remained silent, as Ingram was quick to field the questions directed towards them; accommodating his silence with dilatant inward reflection until there was room for him to speak. 

”pretty sure they were speaking in tongues.” he mentioned, feeling pretty helpful with this input--considering he had nothing better to offer.