Ankyra Sound "If."

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The boy turns and begins to speak to the other in a tongue he does not understand; he bristles despite himself. His family have used their shared language to their advantage--and to others' disadvantage--for so long that he cannot help being wary. Whatever the exchange, it seems like he is in no immediate danger, and he begins to walk up the cliffs, careful to keep his footing.
Eurycrates, he says to the woman--it is a woman, dark and broad--with a bland face. He very nearly tacks on his surname and place of origin, remembering just in time that it is no longer relevant. He will never return there, nor will they receive him with any kind of joy. I wish to speak with your leader.
Heda. Perhaps this is Heda. A name or a title? Though he thinks not; the boy seems to not have recognized her, and he is not showing the deference Eurycrates would have expected from a lad who spoke so highly of his leader. No, she must be further up, further north along the cliffs. At this point, he does not know what to expect.
Will you lead me there? the titan asks, casting his gaze between the coywolf and the brute she-wolf in direct query.

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