Ankyra Sound "If."

"They do," Ephraim affirmed, though he really had no idea and was mostly bluffing. He'd heard a little about how Etoille had infiltrated one of their enemies and brought back information that was crucial for the pack's victory. In his imagination every wolf in the pack was like that—maybe one day he would be like that, too—so it wasn't so far-fetched that Thuringwethil might know much more than she ever let on. If nothing else he knew with certainty that they kept close watch on lands adjacent to theirs and it was only a matter of time before Eurycrates was discovered.

The loner's gaze was going off somewhere past his shoulder now and Ephraim turned his head to see what had drawn the other's attention. He had seen Helix once before, just before they departed for Trigeda, but he didn't recognize her. His eyes lifted to the cliffs above, seeking a familiar face looking down, but there was no one. Just Helix. It was a bit of a long shot but he called out in a slightly unsteady and uncertain tone, "Friend or foe?" He would know from that if she was Drakru or not.

Even if she wasn't, her presence affected Eurycrates and that alone bolstered Ephraim. He narrowed his eyes in a poor imitation of Thuringwethil's most no-nonsense expression (it was very out of place on his youthful face) and gestured. "Toward her, up the cliffs. Let's go then."