Ankyra Sound one gonna run me down, a hail of bullets in my wake

@Wylla

ingram trotted along the compact portion of the swash, the footprints left in his wake slowly filling with coruscating pools of seawater. the wind was quieter today, and the weather more temperate than it had been in weeks. he appeared alone on the beach and he enjoyed the solitude, though he still worried for lycaon. the two had not reconciled since the male had stormily exited the grotto.

ingram had made it a point to avoid the grotto since then, as lycaon's words had whipped him and the memory still stung. smoothly the adolescent shifted into a smooth run, enjoying the gentle breeze and the bright sun on his pelt as he cantered down the shore's divide.