Ankyra Sound Let the masquerade begin

Raleska was likely one of the three scents more prominent along the borders. She had always been protective, but with her mother gone on some clandestine mission with Vercingetorix (a man she trusted less than the jaws of a shark, mind you) Raleska had redoubled her patrolling efforts.

It was a scent first that alerted her to a man in their midst; he was impossibly large, towering over her in the manner the sequoias towered over their smaller spruce cousins. Undaunted by this disparity, Raleska threw up her tail and sauntered towards the wolf at a confident walk, her eyes narrowed on the brute. You stand close to Rusalka’s claim. She accused, slowing to a halt with her crown held proudly. State your business.