Ankyra Sound once there was a bee named spider

as lycaon came upon them ingram stepped back, still recollecting his breath with jagged gasps. he filled in lycaon's narrative with eager nods of his head, glancing from brother to sister with a careful look. as for what arrille had done -- ingram genuinely did not know -- he had arrived too late to make much sense of it, and arrille had left shortly after the first tuft of fur began to fly.

"i don't know. i.. i think they knew him." which meant to ingram that arrille's past was worth delving into, to an extent. he furrrowed his brows and set himself on the sand slowly, carefully applying gentle licks to his wounded haunch. "i dunno about the old man. he said something in a different language and they understood him, i think. he went after arrille." ingram was unaware he had already stated that -- he was still hopped up on wild adrenaline.