Ankyra Sound he was always in the fields, working on his flying

of course!! ill archive <3

he squirmed excitedly under her form, issuing playful nips to the thin skin on her limbs - each one short and without force. she suddenly sprung from atop him and tore down the beach at a gallop to rival a thoroughbred gunning for home -- ingram flipped over onto his elbows and stared in disbelief at her receding backside.

he had no hope of catching up to her - she was lissome, athletic -- he was the gnarls chubley of wolves, heavyset (THICK BONED, OK!) just like his father had been. he chuffed in defeat but rose and valiantly galloped after her, sand spraying in his thundering wake as he gallumped along like an overweight jabberwock.


this type of play was good bonding, he thought, and it was a good chance to distract him from the many thoughts that pressured his worried mind. they played until both were spent, and ingram was left with his spirits elated when it came time for departure.