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ingram was swift to slow his pace as he came across wylla -- mostly because of the monstrous thundercloud of anger that snarled over her muzzle, darkening her snipey features. yikes. she looked angrier than a moray eel caught in a tidepool, her yellow eyes vehement with toxicity and a sharpness to every motion. she ran over them like a concerned hen, her narrow muzzle running the length of his body and sending a slight chill down his spine.

he recovered his breath in gasps, and as soon as he was able to, spoke: "arrille - he was out on the coast and i was following him, and there was a wolf i met before, a long yearling and some of her friends." continued strangled GASPING because he was the equivalent of a fat man who had seen nothing but doritos and mcdouble mcdonalds meals for the last six years. "i don't know why -- but they attacked him. i had no time. i tried to stop it -- and lycaon came along and --" he cast a glance at his brother - he was not about to do the sibling equivalent of pushing lycaon in front of a semi by divulging what exactly was said, so he tactfully steered around that: "we tried to talk them down --" (read: INGRAM tried to talk them down. lycaon just brought a match to a gasoline fight.) "but they weren't having it, they attacked lycaon and i had to defend him. kierkegaard and arrille are gone. i told arrille to run before it turned into a brawl and i think kierkegaard went after him." he came up for air again and wiped a stinging cheek with his paw. "i dunno what they wanted with arrille but i couldn't let them hurt him -- there were a lot. they're from the pack on the cliff."