Ankyra Sound one gonna settle me down, then bring me back up again

Ingram had returned to the shore as soon as he was able, half hoping to see the young girl he had met again. As he breached the cliffs and trotted down the sway, it was evident that the Sound was empty save for a single soul: him.

He didn't mind the lack of company, though every now and then he would come across a cool shell or a strangley warped plant: instinctively he would exclaim 'Mom!' or 'Wylla, look!' -- only to become sharply cognizant they were not there. No one was there. Shortly after a pall of darkness would overcome his face and he would fall silent. He missed them, though he would be the last to admit it. He even missed Lycaon a little.

As he wandered aimlessly down the sand he cast his gaze above, where the bright blue of the sky beyond both dazzled and blinded him. The sun sat in the sky like some swallowing orb of light and his gaze was forced downward.

For now he kept to the foam-flecked shoreline, keeping pace at a steady clip.