Ankyra Sound the thistle and the burr

after finally recovering the miserable slouch, Lycaon picked up his pace to a buoyant stot after his kin, tail sailing over his back like a white flag of truce. "hey!" he barked with major affront when his brother bid to retreat even further. away from him! what, was there no love lost between them now?! determined, the beta followed doggedly and made to nip at the inkswathed heels of Ingram until he was indulged.

he was, eventually, indulged... with an inflamed remark and hefty about-face like an exasperated fat man with an armful of mcdonalds would swing around after being followed around the block by a hungry stray dog. mmm. something was definitely amiss in the Vast Universe Of Ingram, but Lycaon was dim-witted at worst when it came to empathy and recoiled visibly at the melancholy, heartsore depiction of his brother. "jesus christ." he breathed with alarm, then straightened up while cuffing a lump of sand in Ingram's direction. "my man, theres enough salt on this beach. no need for that. what's with the face like a wet weekend? crab get ya by the junk again?"