Ankyra Sound First Things First

The Tartok wolf was wholly unimpressed, despite her sweet nature (something his mother and father would have called a weakness). Instead of answering, he repeated himself. Who are you, and what do you want? She had given him zero answers, and he wasn't about to chit-chat with an outsider just because she had a cute voice and appeared to be harmless. His patience was not without limits, although he was more level-headed than some of his predecessors.

His white tail lashed behind him, indicating his mild annoyance outwardly without any reason to hide them. Rusalka was by no means a secretive pack, as far as he knew, but he did want to know who was asking and what they were asking about before he agreed to anything.