Ankyra Sound i'm gonna buckle my knees, and i'm gonna lock them up tight

ingram followed hot on arrille's heels, suspicion riddling his countenance. he knew a sour expression when he saw one (was lycaon not the master of such a sullen trade?) and it perplexed him to see arrille brush off his query so quickly. as they came upon the plants ingram smiled sheepishly. "you know, from the cliffs earlier. i couldnt get them all up there. some are up higher and i secured them with rock." he looked at the mass of bramble, unwilling to touch it further -- the thorns had chapped his paws raw and he wanted nothing more to do with them.

"hey," he insisted, pursuing the topic arrille had elected to avoid: "what's up?"