Ankyra Sound you were swept ashore like bottles holding prayers

at his brother's suggestion to canvass the coastal forest, Lycaon balked and retreated a step. "Ingram this isn't...our home anymore... we can't just go in there." he hesitated worryingly, ears switching nervously as a clockface's hand would strike each second lapsing by an uneasy hour. "we don't know who's home this is now. what if we're disoriented, and can't smell them? all i smell is salt. i think we should look somewhere else. north west, maybe, south north," he shook his head, beginning to work himself into a fluster.