Ankyra Sound one gonna help me talk right, one gonna lay me down to sleep

the crab scuttled lifeless along the strand, its dragging limbs leaving long arcs in its passing. ingram studied them for a moment, his attention elsewhere as he contemplated Lycaon's absence. 

he looked up in time to see a grim figure approach him; by all accounts the male was possibly the most imposing creature i ng ram had yet to witness. once, ingram had come across the spectral sight of a spirelike presence of an orca's skeleton half sunken in the sand. it had been a strange, intimidating and otherworldly spectacle and this male called to mind how ingram felt that cold day on the beach. 

"hi." he ventured unsurely, finding the end of his utterance posed more like a question than anything.