Ankyra Sound Happiness is a warm gun

Casmir was grateful and altogether too pleased to leave the borders of Donnelaith and pad after his mother, even if his jaws were stuffed uncomfortably full of greenery. in silence they followed the weird man from the borders to a twisted grotto on the beach -- the scents of unknown wolves touched his nares, causing the boy's hackles to raise briefly. 

however, the tang of blood was here among the odor of salt and brine -- Cas cupped his ears forward as his mother swept toward the invalid with her usual no-nonsense demeanour, eyes widening at the rents ripped in her body. he didn't know how she wasn't dead, to be honest. their odd escort hovered close, and when he turned, he saw a small she-wolf standing nearby, a foreign plant held in her jaws. to her the boy gave a small wave of his tail before he turned his attention back to his mother.