Ankyra Sound fed her honey to keep the monarchy pleased

taking some liberties , set for tomorrow - this will be ingram's only post. others are welcome to reply, but i will archive after a week.

he had come back to the broken strand bewildered, wylla's scent in distinct exit along the northern perimeter of the forest. without wylla, he had no purpose here -- he shared no love for the other residents save perhaps lycaon and nyx, and chusi was gone.

all the beach did now was serve as painful reminder of how fractured and cheerless his life was.

there was little for him here. he stopped between pylons of thick sequoias and looked back on the battered shore once, a soft howl cupped to his lips to announce his departure.  then, with great finality ingram jaws clapped shut and he trailed after wylla's already fading scent.