Ankyra Sound one gonna help me keep, another gonna help me take

ingram paused on a snowclad knoll and raked the snow with a paw, his nose buried in the small gouge he had left in the surface. the scent was stronger here, but still no hare. he whuffed, blowing powdery snow from his white-crusted muzzle as he glanced about him in frustration.

out of his peripherals he caught the figure of another wolf - he jolted, feeling an uncanny sense of discomfort. was he being spied on? she was not close enough to the borders for him to posture or threaten her, but ingram did not like feeling as if he was being watched. he flagged his tail slightly, cutting the wolf an assessing glare. she was around his size, clad in earthen tones with the most peculiar razoring of cream markings along her ribcage. ingram lifted his muzzle to the wind and scented, feeling wary but not brazen enough to outright challenge her. if she was with company, the odds were not in his favor.