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

"Lycaon it is," she agreed, though she couldn't help narrowing her orange eyes at her brother and teasingly asking, "and what do you intend to do?" She couldn't knock him too much. That scent all around the territory was distinctly his; no doubt he'd been instrumental in getting this little crew together. She rolled onto her back in the sand and wriggled back and forth, collecting debris in her mottled fur, then placed her skull against the ground and shot him a look.

"What if the crusty hag doesn't accept it?" She couldn't imagine the de facto owner of Ankyra Sound would take kindly to Wylla taking it over. "What about the others?" Not that she'd have any qualms with telling them where to shove it if they didn't like it, but if it was more trouble than it was worth, then lazy Wylla wasn't likely to fight for it.