Ankyra Sound Deliver us

chingram: https://i.giphy.com/media/geuHoekIQH7Da/giphy.mp4

her giggle caused him to visibly shift; perhaps the first movement he had dared issue since tension had seized him. he blinked slowly, trying to decipher the giggle. was she laughing at him? oh god, his heart and mind raced in a patter of frenzied and disoriented measure. he was aware how painfully stupid he looked.

he wasn't convinced she wasn't laughing at him and while he sheathed his umbrage a part of him felt wounded. the manly part of him. which didn't really exist anyway. all the same he felt a faint pluck of his masculinity challenged (for no got-dang reason).

unwilling to admit he had not been as good as her, he parroted a whimpy "better." back to her. "found my brother. looking for my sister." he could have asked her more, like how teeegleey or whatever pack it was she was in, but he was not considerate, nor was he observant enough to pick up the lack of scents clustering her hide. perhaps someday it would gall his conscience, but now he remained unaware.