Ankyra Sound Around Your Throat

Arrille perked his head up to see Ingram, and didn't give a greeting. But what was he meant to do, while distracted with whatever this thing on his neck was? "Ingram, what is it? I can't see it!" By now he was amidst almost freaking out. "What is it?! I can't get it off!"

Whatever it was, he hated it. Arrille growled as he scratched at it. Accidentally scratching at the healing wound on the back of his scruff, and he flinched out of pain. He had almost forgotten about that.