Ankyra Sound the thistle and the burr

u ingrams 300th ooo

admittedly, ingram's explanation left a lot wanting. for one, it was painfully clipped, for two, he had left some details out -- details which, as it turned out, lent context to the entire situation. he sighed and relented, allowing lycaon's prying to pull back his tense arms and reveal his dark face. he kept his muzzle in the sand and snuffed sadly, watching as his soft exhale stirred the sand beneath his nostrils.

he tried again, this time slowly -- as much as he tried to drain the emotion from his voice, his words were still perilous with sadness: "okay. i was walking along when i saw wylla - there were some wolves at the border, and she looked like she was in trouble." he cast his doleful expression upwards for a moment, meeting the soft brown of lycaon's own before he looked away. "we tried to chase them out, and chusi was there and she yelled at wylla.. which... did not go over well." he sighed again, flexing his paw into the sand and observing the divots each imprint left. "and... wylla told her to leave... so... she did."