Ankyra Sound one gonna keep me warm, and another gonna keep me cold

ingram's tongue was thick with thirst and he held his muzzle low to the ground as he walked. a bark caused his thoughts to jolt from how parched he was to who the feck is there? he looked around him -- nothing but enormous sequoia boughs and snow -- until he saw the agouti female approach him.

he hailed nyx warmly with a wave of his tail, and waited for him to come up to her. his throat was still dry; he cleared it feebly and offered a smile. "i'm parched. care to join me for a drink?" in some cultures, that invitation may have been suggestive -- but here, ingram was casually inviting a comrade to take a stroll through the woods with him.