Ankyra Sound i'm gonna buckle my belt around the ceiling pipe

ingram noticed the distance between them; his heart hammered, but he lacked the compunction to scoot closer. could wolves sweat, he would have perspired heavily -- she was sitting only feet from him and that was tantalizing enough.

he thought on what home truly meant, to him. it wasn't a specific place. keokuk glade had been home, for a time -- the tall timbers and soft moss floors had been a boon to them in their childhood. without lusca, it was just an empty forest.

the sound had been home too, for a time -- a time before ingram's memory, but a home just the same. he considered that home meant a place where his family was, his heart -- and chusi, lycaon and wylla were family to him. in time it would be home to all of them. his gaze trailed a long column of flowstone and he spoke: "i'm willing to give it time, if you are." he smiled, falling onto his side with a soft heave of contentment.