Ankyra Sound Around Your Throat

since he had found arrille, he had been loathe to let him out of his sight. ingram was still conflicted by what had transpired outside of his home. as far as ingram was concerned, the wolves in the cliff above were absolute assholes  - for attacking his friend and his brother. what little good nature he might have given them (particularly since he had met furi, who did not seem so bad) had rapidly dissolved the second their teeth clashed on lycaon's fur.

the bay of a strange predator overhead (one that reminded him oddly of those black orcas -- only aerial) had driven him to safety - he hunched down in the grotto alongside the witch, who he avoided by searching the caverns for the other ankyrian residents. he noticed arrille was absent - again.

despite the worry for his friend he felt, the fear of the snarling beasts in the sky scared him more -- he did not resurface until their last thunderous peal had been hours past. instantly ingram struck down the beach searching for arrille.

only this time, arrille was not hard to find -- he was in plain sight. what was also in plain sight was a dark thing around his neck -- at first ingram suspected a snake? nah, that couldn't be right. weird wreath of kelp? nah, arrille wasn't the type for assessories. as he drew closer his expression went from a squinty scowl to outright alarm - what the hell was that thing on his neck?

"bro," ingram started, casting the thick band a worried look. "you, uh... you got somethin' there." when really, what he wanted to say was what in the seven fucking seas is that?!