Ankyra Sound once there was a bee named spider

sewing this one up

Lycaon was leery about the situation in entirety. he wasn't intimidated by Drageda's overweening lot, but the suggestion of an operative in their modest few caused him distinct discomfort. he didn't have anything to hide, so unless they sought the hallucinogens thriving without check in their lush forest, he didn't understand what purpose an agent would serve. they weren't exactly rife with secret information, this place Grimsnimal. Lycaon shifted, again, visibly unnerved as Wylla practically wine and dined his paranoia that his mother was in on the scheme too. 

to his relief the subject was dropped, at least momentarily, and he released the tension he was holding in his toes and shoulders with a heavy sigh. "i've swallowed a lot of blood." he said vacantly, smacking his lips with a face screwed up in nauseation. he knew that if he agreed to race to the beach, the sand would soon be painted a lovely sanguine, so he followed after his brother and sister at a stiff-legged gait. he would happily be the bloated seal this time if it meant his guts went unspilled.

once the three of them made it to the seashore, Lycaon rinsed his mouth with the salt water and cleaned the roseate hue off his coat. the trio spent the rest of the evening tending to Ingram's gored-up leg and filling up on what remained of their cache.