Ankyra Sound outside a doll, inside a plague

he broke from the twist of cedar log and frozen bramble at a dead run, having been not far behind wylla when a thick snarl punctuated the forest. all ingram could think of as he wildly covered ground in rapid strides was how disappointed wylla would be in him; how he had failed to uphold his duty of securing the borders.

they came into view as wylla had a spectacular collision with a tree -- were the situation not so grave a sly snigger would have betrayed his amusement. he knew that the rough plant could not possibly be the reason for wylla's sudden aggression and he looked about him hurriedly until he saw the perpetrator - a ragged thing propped against the tree.

his hackles lifted in alarm but in all honestly he thought the thing to be dead until it wretchedly threw itself on the ground before them. he lowered his head and snaked forward with an assertive rifle of his hackles, his tail swung over his hips and his blackened lips curled back in a snarl. he hung back to nose wylla carefully as she recovered from the tree's rude interjection, but as soon as the female was standing again he turned back to the interloper with a low growl in his throat. it was not grimnismal's creed to accept those who trespassed into their fold -- this wolf would be better off seeking respite well away from such an unforgiving lot of fiercely selfish cads. trespassing to the grimnismal clan was possibly the most unforgivable of transgressions and he knew if the female did not quickly turn tail, her outlook was grim.