Ankyra Sound one gonna hold my thoughts and another gonna hold my bones

ingram caught the small furtive glances, but said nothing right away. he thought of how best to answer the young wolf's question. boy, was it a loaded one. and not one that was exactly palatable among company.

he took a big breath, walked across a cluster of ferns, rolled all up in their business, and then answered while still on his back: "good question.. uh. let's see. this used to be a pack. my mom got caught trespassing by the pack and was held captive for months and your buddy just happened to be the leader. i was born here while she was a captive, but i don't remember much cause my mom managed to escape - she took me and wylla, we're looking for her by the way, know anyone named wylla?" he didn't really give arrille a chance to answer. "anyways, yeah, good ol mom escaped with me and wylla, but left lycaon behind. lycaon's my other brother. good dude. great at peeing on things. but i think that's the short and sweet of it. aren't you glad you asked?" he flashed arrille a grin before flipping over and righting himself up; he gave a big dusty shake and then fell on the next pile of leaves with the same gusto.