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

ingram caught the furtive glances the male stole to the cliff, but wrongly assumed it was because he, like ingram, was aware there was a pack up there. ingram was many things but he was not always sharp on the uptake -- it would take him a while to put the pieces together.

he squatted by one last bush and let loose a slow stream -- his bladder was thoroughly empty, and he took that as a sign. "good idea." with that, the ink colored male slid into a slow amble down to the grotto. if he was lucky, perhaps there would be some cache in the cave. he was looking forward to a meal after his exertions.