Ankyra Sound Sweet dreams are made of this

Struck again by a need to exercise his Right of First Disobedience, Ingram crept out from Muses' watchful eye. A lone figure on the cliffs, the young wolf made his way along the rocky precipice. His progress was repeated frustrated by arching cliffs and sudden drops.

He stopped along the rough ridge of the cliff and peered down: below him the sea thundered and he saw a small eclipse of beach and sand. From his vantage he could see a sliver of beechwood trees and tall sequoias. He also saw a small beaten path of egress and made towards it by plopping carefully from rock to rock.

Finally his feet hit sand. He didn't even pause as the faint waft of markings met him; he could do whatever he wanted, consequences be damned. With his nose along the ground he started to look for any sign of a cache. He was enjoying his freedom when he heard another wolf. He froze - fuck - he thought. He had been caught. Trying to play it cool, Ingram strode towards the dark wolf as he belonged here. "Who are you?" He asked Chusi, noticing she was roughly the same age as him. Did that mean she had company? His ears pulled back in uncertainty for a moment. He didn't want adults around.