Ankyra Sound one gonna hold my woman, another gonna hold my job

it was strangely cathartic for the boy to be back here again, back where it had all started. he remembered the dark strand just as he had left it; despite a year's difference the gulls still chattered overhead and the sound still remained desolate and lonely.

it had always been his plan to visit here - while any scent of a pack was long gone, ingram was not quite ready to leave the strand. tentatively the yearling made his way to the grotto,  holding his breath as he stepped into the chilled threshold. the grotto was vacant and cold, and the dark male was quick to resurface and leave the cavern behind him.

struck by a vague sense of nostalgia he made for the lolling water, treading just out of each frothy wave's growling reach.