Ankyra Sound one gonna help me get up, another gonna help me stop

he knew lycaon would not be thrilled with the introduction of a new friend, but had not expected his brother to go to such extraordinarily cold measures. he felt a lump in his throat and nearly hiccuped a small meep as the severity of lycaon's hard-meant blink hit him like a lash of tongues.

ok, got it, message received, roger, read you loud and clear, affirmative - Lycaon Did Not Want.

chusi was holding her own though, far better than he - ironic considering he was supposed to be the one more familiar with lycaon's pedantic nature. yet chusi was floating along just fine, like a downright cheery buoy -- while he sank like a rotten bag of seeping trash.

"she knows this place though," he practically pleaded, finding his voice but for a second: "she can help us find wylla." as if finding wylla was the single only reason ingram wanted chusi besides him. maybe lycaon would buy it.