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

the duo could only be downcast for so long - ingram's features alit when he caught the mischievous inflection in his brother's voice that betrayed a clever quip coming. he was not disappointed: a grin widened across his snipey muzzle and he sniggered, looking at the endless stretch of sand and sea around them.

it seemed the agouti in their company was no stranger to sarcasm - he delighted in hearing her return lycaon's barb with her own dry brand of banter. maybe it was their lucky day to have come across a companion who finally understood their off-center humor.

"well, nyx," ingram started, his expression adopting an air of grave severity: "i'm afraid there's not enough of either to go around." he could not keep up his austere act for long before a cackle blurted from his lips. mature.