Ankyra Sound don’t hang up yet, I’m not done

His visible frustration is met with a blank expression, watching as he sorts through what he’s supposed to do now. The request to let him know if he’s spotted is met with a curious quirk of her brow and she rolls an indifferent shoulder. “Sure,” she says, nonchalant, and offers no attempt to set anything up. Wolves in the teekon are different than what she’s used to and she finds herself a little more curious than previously. “What’d he do?”