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

ingram's smooth strides slowed as he saw another wolf along the sand's horizon. at first the distance contorted her features, all the same as he drew closer his heart slowly rose to his throat. they may have been separated the last several months, but ingram knew that figure: it bid of lusca, all slender limb and sharp features.

his stride opened again and he rushed to close the gap between them, his eyes bright with excitement and a joyful wag to his tail. this moment had been too long -- all those hours in the dark, all the sad exchanges with strangers -- they were finally over. "wylla!" he shouted, rushing to her flank with joyous hops. would she allow it he would bury his muzzle deep into her cheek and assault her muzzle with frenzied and adoring licks.