Ankyra Sound one gonna keep me warm, and another gonna keep me cold

ingram had a grim outlook of the situation that nyx transcribed to him -- he cast another furtive look towards the shore-battered cliffs as if expecting wolves to spring from their heights any moment. "troubling." he repeated in a muttered tone, mostly to himself -- he wondered what lycaon would have done. he did not know wylla had witnessed the spectacle, and wondered too of her own actions if she found herself a part of it.

ingram supposed it was a wolf's duty to eliminate trespassers - they were competition for their food, and often thieves of their caches. he had yet to be exposed to the truly harsh side of the world - the side of the world where trusting strangers came at a terrible cost -- and sometimes your life.

"we'll just have to double our defenses of the borders then." he suggested brightly, a sway of his tail given in amicable acceptance of the matter.