Ankyra Sound don't let your head hang low, you've seen the darkest skies i know

w hy are you so perfect at pooples

she had awoken with a start, noticing immediately the absence of a pup by her flank -- the cold seeped her barrel and heart alike. she rose quickly, scrambling over lusca's form and darting madly for the den. ahead she heard an owl's cry -- had it seized lycaon? had it killed him? wide-eyed, wild and furious the she-wolf threw herself out into the night, immediately assuming the worst.

but she didn't know where to go -- fear chilled her as she looked about her wildly, scanning the tree-line for any form of the owl. she made for the copse when she heard lycaon's howl -- wheeling about like a drunken madwoman she bolted off in the direction of the puppy's owl imitation. when she came across the pale baby she threw herself to the ground, wrapping around him like a bony and unwanted scarf. relief flooded her and she clenched him tightly, her breath drawn in uneven rasps.