Ankyra Sound one gonna help me keep, another gonna help me take

ingram whipped his head almost immediately around, peering at the distant mountains as if he could see wylla from his vantage. he couldn't, obviously, but it did not stop him from committing sly hopeful glances towards the ridges that rose well out of his vision.

his tail swayed back and forth with a newfound excitement -- if she had seen wylla, that meant she was alive. thus far, wylla being among the residents of the living had not yet been confirmed. faith stirred fiercely in his heart as he configured his next coordinates: the mountains.

"oh god, thank you thank you thank you!" he gushed, stealing another glance towards the hills eclipsed by fog and trees. "i'm ingram. god. she's alive." he whispered wonderingly, not realizing how often wylla tempted death by insulting strangers.