Ankyra Sound I am the mask you wear

Her self-proclaimed long lost brother had the right idea; it was getting drafty up in the woods, and Wylla had a lot to process. If Ingram was nearby, then she wanted to find him and reunite as soon as possible. It wasn't that she didn't like Lycaon, but he was too new, and their interactions were likely to be awkward for a bit until they established a rapport. He threw his arms around her thin shoulders as if they were best buds, though, and while her first impulse was to pull away, she gave him a tentative swipe of her tongue across his cheek and grinned. "Lead the way," she bid, and wearily followed him down into the strand.