Ankyra Sound one gonna hold my thoughts and another gonna hold my bones

ingram peered into the pitch-colored entrance, seeing very little. he was about to turn around when a voice answered him. it was very distinctly young, so he assumed it must be the pup that lycaon's strange mana had purloined. ingram did not share lycaon's love for the silver witch - she scared him, and he was too young to recall the way she had nurtured him as a youth.

that was the nature of youths -- to rebel most against those who care for them the most. he stepped forward and leveled the dark entrance a sulky look. "oh, you're with her." he said flatly. realizing he came off as rude he added: "wellll, i'm gonna go and mark the borders. wanna come?"