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

he took slow steps, trying to match sif's pace as to not tax her any further. he was unsure if she was truly ok - 'bad fish' seemed enough of a reason to upchuck on a neighbor's toes, but ingram found her mein strange enough that maybe this wobbliness was more of a permanent setting.

ingram knew no such wolf by that name, and shook his head contritely in answer. "grimnismal. it's a pack on the beach." he repeated, his words carefully enunciated. he assumed the blame was on him - perhaps he had more of a coastal accent than he knew. he stopped as they came to a gurgling stream and he lowered his slender muzzle to the water, lapping carefully as he watched her. "i.. could keep a lookout for him if you want. i'm also looking for someone. wylla. looks like me but greyer. we could look out for each other?" he smiled sheepishly, though his tail beat hopefully around his hocks.