Ankyra Sound sometimes i don't know where this dirty road is taking me

He, of course, was immune to the effects of his own shrill voice. Caiaphas' mixed genes were strong in him and it showed from the tapered tip of his muzzle to the sharp points of his ears. Even his tail was long, promising to be quite luxurious indeed for a scrappy coywolf pup. He showed no sign that he noticed the resentful look cut of his sister's eyes; he was too busy straining to reach his paws to the top of the step as Raleska had done.

He didn't notice Rhakios at all—he wasn't quite in tune enough to recognize someone padding up behind him—as he scrabbled at the rock with his bony wrists. There was nothing but slanting light from above, no indication that anyone was going to descend into the grotto from the Other place, but suddenly he was intent on getting there. His tail whipped back and forth and he whined, much more quietly than before but no less high-pitched, as he rounded on his sister for a way up.