Ankyra Sound the thistle and the burr

the sand lycaon upturned in ingram's direction fell upon him like a shower of clod; ingram jerked his head away, feeling grains sliver through his fur. rude as hell. he looked up at his brother and tried to hide the grin that lycaon's wit had extracted -- but it was futile, and there danced across his somber features the lightest suggestion of a smile.

indeed, there was enough salt -- ingram pressed his head upon his paws and loosed a volley of a sigh into the world. "no, none of that." he said, feeling a wince inside of him at the imagination of a crab going anywhere near his nether-regions - no!!! OFF LIMITS!! "i just miss her." he admitted forlornly, his ears splayed as sand still peppered the top of his head.