Ankyra Sound The Warmth of the Sand

When not bearing a grimace of fear, the woman looked young. Old enough, Chacal thought, that she should have known better than to trespass, but her upbringing perhaps was lacking in some areas. She raised her tail a bit, which Chacal felt was a bit disrespectful, even though they were on neutral territory. Any other stranger taking that pose might not have rattled her, but this one had wronged Sapphique, and had lost the trust she usually gave to strangers. She gave a silent curl of her lip as warning, hoping she would show a bit more deference to the one she had previously offended. 

”No, you be on Ankyra Sound, now-
De beach, here, an’ de land around. 
It be claimed by no one, today
But do not push your luck after trespassing yesterday.”

Chacal was a mother, and knew how to speak in such a way that was stern without being harsh. 

”Sit back down, an’ avert your eyes when you speak,
an’ I might ‘elp you find de land it is you seek.” 

From how it sounded, the wolf wanted to find a place she’d either heard of, or had come from. For whatever reason, she’d potentially trespassed into Sapphique thinking wherever it was she searched for was actually there, within their pack lands. 

There was little Chacal didn’t know about Dragoncrest Cliffs and its surrounding areas. She might be able to point the woman in the right direction, and coach her on how to speak respectfully to someone she’d offended.