Ankyra Sound No wings of wax or endless mountains

He was mighty. In only three weeks he had tripled in size. His eyes had opened and their vision had cleared enough for him to make out nearby objects; his ears had popped, flooding his senses with muffled sounds that made them twitch and strain; his muscles had tightened so that he found his paws and his ability to move about with greater ease; and he was beginning to look more wolf and less jellybean with each passing day.
It would be a long time before Ephraim really looked like anybody worthwhile—even then his hybrid ancestry would always reflect heavily in his sharp appearance—but he was getting there, and damn, did it feel good.
Only, Ephraim was also growing lazy. While his siblings presumably puttered around the den on the daily, practicing their locomotion and verbalization, the young brown coywolf was content to lay about at Caiaphas' side. That wasn't to say he never had bouts of activity, but they were driven primarily by curiosity or necessity rather than any abundance of energy. Given a choice, Ephraim would let his legs fall off so that others had to bring things to him.
As his vision expanded hour-by-hour, he became increasingly aware of a light coming from elsewhere in the grotto. At first he hadn't even registered it. Even now, the blue was difficult to make out from the usual gloom of their oceanic dwelling; only when a shadow played across the wall did he really take note of it. His navy blue eyes were wide as he lifted his head from his paws, then found his unsteady footing and began to toddle in the direction the blue light was coming from. Specifically, he began to toddle away from Caiaphas and her nest and toward the grotto's center, where the ritual pool with its glowing bacterial inhabitants was.

Anyone!