Ankyra Sound this shit is b-a-n-a-n-a-s

He left his most recent conquest curled up in a thicket, fast asleep. He did stop to look back, briefly admiring her svelte form in the early morning sunlight. He was pretty sure she was more coyote than wolf, though he was an equal opportunity lover, as far as the ladies went. As long as they were a canine of some variety and didn't have any dangle-y bits (he shuddered at the thought) or other manly qualities, they were fair game. And, well, they did have to be attractive, of course...

Turning away, he began loping toward the coast, forgetting all about his latest one night stand. The sea breezes had been teasing him since his arrival and he had been waylaid (way laid, he thought with a snort) long enough. Although the scenic detours had definitely been worth it, it was time to feel the sand between his toes.

A happy moan escaped him when he skirted through a forest and finally arrived at a quiet little strip of beach. He began to leisurely mosey across the sands, sniffing here and there. When he came across a piece of driftwood, he admired it for a moment before lifting his leg against it and drenching the petrified wood in urine.