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

ingram was wholly not expecting the female to shift gears -- at least not so quickly. just a moment before the duo had been glaring daggers at each other, and now the umber-hued female was closing the distance between them with quick wags of her tail. ingram felt his neck stiffen instinctively but he obliged her approach anyway, his muzzle outstretched to gently inhale her scent.

it was varied enough that he was not sure she had company, but he was not the world's best scout. he pulled away with his own tail waving gently. "um... sorry, what?" he didn't know what she meant by 'have grim'. was she affiliated with chusi? or possibly the wych in the cove that gave ingram heebie-jeebies? "what's a joole?" confusion was writ clearly across his face, but his defensiveness from before was entirely forgotten.