Ankyra Sound the thistle and the burr

despite his mightiest attempt to hide it, Ingram conceded the gravity of his expression with the faintest traces of a grin and his brother beamed back like a sunflare reflected off the lens of a magnifying glass tilted towards an ant's doom-laden parade (the ant being Ingram's eeyore-like sensibilities, of course). "a little better, but it could still use some work." he said with a bob of his snout. 

it wasn't long thereafter that he dropped like a sad sack of drowned kittens on the sand, wringing from his lungs the world's most immense, heartsick sigh ever. of course, Lycaon wasn't really aware that his brother had remained love-stricken by Chusi this entire goddamn time, much less that they had become an item and much much less that their itemness was split in twain by Wylla's smoldering edict after a vehement encounter with some tresspassers.

he didn't attend a lot of assemblies.

the paler of the twosome moved alongside his inverse as he confessed the wellspring of his sorrow--he just missed her. missed who? who was her? Lycaon blinked several times, running through a mental checklist of Individuals of Great Importance To Ingram. Wylla was here... Chusi, as far as he knew, was somewhere... who else was there to miss? ohh. Lycaon visibly came to a (false, fake news) realization and slid over to pat his brother plumb on the space between his limp ears, dusting off the remaining sand and simultaneously proving to be wildly incompetant when it came to commiserating. it had never been something Caiaphas shined at, and before this he'd done very little of the brotherly duty. "there, there..." he heartened. attempted to, anyway. "i'm sure Lusca--" cue fumbling noises. "err.. mother... will come back... i'm sure, some day..." he trailed off, in fact not knowing anything for sure except that he was feeling very ineffective at condoling his saddened sibling.

Lycaon flopped on his belly opposite to Ingram, resting his chin upon the cold sand and then inch-by-inch army crawled until his nose booped the splintered bowsprit of his brother's sunken battleship. really not getting it, i mean really not getting it, he then spoke perhaps the most obliviously cretinous words he could ever possibly speak. "on the bright side, you still have that girl to kiss on, huh? i bet she knows a thing or two about making a guy feel alive. eh?" he extended a paw to suggestively nudge his brother's cheek. he had good intentions, but having something and properly utizling that thing were clearly not exclusive.

he was, of course, also lying through gritted teeth--Lycaon knew damn well that Ingram's former girlfriend couldn't make a spider plant feel alive, and those thrived on neglect.