Ankyra Sound Dirty looks from your mother

Ephraim napped apart from his siblings, having rolled away in his sleep. Caiaphas was still close enough that her warmth blanketed him and lulled him to drowsiness, but otherwise, the boy was utterly alone in his small personal bubble. The drip and lap of water echoing through the grotto and the dulled roar of the waves at high tide served as a lullaby, but all good things had to end. With a pop in his colourful sequence of incomprehensible dreams, Ephraim awoke, stretched out his tiny baby legs, and yawned with a shrill and loud whine that was sure to summon the attention of any unfortunate soul wolf in the vicinity.

@Lycaon