Ankyra Sound one gonna help me keep, another gonna help me take

ingram could not contain his excitement; it spilled over like a frothy wave, infectious and uncapped in its temerity. he kept stealing looks at the mountains -- even when sif announced she had to go home.

he was sad to hear that, only because in the short time they had together, he had found her interesting and her company easy to keep. with a low wave of his tail he accepted her statement, nodding in understanding though he hoped their next meeting would not be so fleeting. when she licked his nose he pushed his muzzle into her fur in gratitude -- a real and surprisingly vigorous embrace -- she had given him wylla -- she had given him hope.

"bye! thank you!" he called after her, before making his way to the very mountains she had seen wylla last.