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

She was already feeling much more like herself, and at her new friend's improved mood, her own flagging spirit began to soar. It was always nice to feel useful. 

"Alive!" she echo/cheered, tail whisking against her hindquarters. There was no love lost between Wylla and Sif, but she was glad for Ingram's sake that their meeting on the mountain had not come to blows. She'd make an effort to resolve things, should she ever run into the woman again. Perhaps she'd misread the situation.

"Have to go home," she said reluctantly, realizing she'd remained in Grim's dismal territory for far too long. Her own Grim would begin to worry before to long, and all his emotions seemed to be expressed through biting these days. "Bye! Thank you," she said brightly, offering Ingram a lick on the nose before turning tail and zooming away. She'd have to come back and visit the next time she was on the coast.