Ankyra Sound you were swept ashore like bottles holding prayers

"i think uh...so i think she probably went through the forest..." Lycaon winced, ears rowing backwards with dismay and the woe-iest of woes. he reckoned, anyone brave enough to go somewhere scary like into the clutch of the great sequoias oughta figure themselves to be the meanest thing on this side of town, and Wylla was definitely the type to kick in the snoot of a bear if it looked at her funny. 

this bade poorly for the brothers, who were stanced awkwardly on the beach--contemptibly timid and looking like a bunch of cowards. "what if she comes back here, while we're in.." hehhhhhhnnnngggg "there? should we leave something so she knows we were already here?"