Ankyra Sound one gonna hold my woman, another gonna hold my job

between the glittering sand and rifling waves the lone figure paused, his muzzle canted skyward as he drank in the briny wind. he belonged here, same as the gulls and the water that seeped his toes. he may have spent the summer inland, but the coast pulled him in the same inexorable way it pulled the sea. 

his attention shifted to an approaching wolf, a golden agouti freckled by deep black and pure white. she was larger than him and from the curve of her muzzle, several months his elder -- ingram's posture remained neutral until she hailed him.

she did not appear immediately aggresssive, and ingram was drawn to the harsh yellow of her gaze. it reminded him of his family, and of confidence. 

"hi." he returned, wondering if she was here to tell him he was trespassing. "am i in trouble?"