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

ingram really needed no excuse to talk about himself; like any of the luscyon brood, he had a very healthy sense of self. however, it just wasn't the same when his audience was glum; ingram closed his mouth and pursed his lips in a thin expression of disapproval.

"i have an idea." he announced gravely, adopting a smooth trot as he headed towards the rocky shore. if arrille followed he would keep his pace an easy lope: if arrille declined his request ingram would continue on all the same, dedicated to the task of cheering up his melancholy friend.

whether or not arrille came was meaningless in this particular moment: ingram sussed out a smooth, beachworn stone from the tide and held it to the sky; it was circular, glistening, and perfect for his purpose. he then would go back to arrille (where-ever arrille happened to be) and present the stone to him with his tail wagging softly.