Ankyra Sound the horseman

As Arrille was coming to the Grotto, he spotted the older figure of the old male wolf. At least he thought him old. Very much old. And Arrille was in the sourest of moods, as he had been since returning after meeting his father. He redirected himself toward where the other was, near the water's edge but he sat some distance away, his eyes sticking to them. He still recalled what had been said about his father. How he should have just let go. He resented them for such words.