Ankyra Sound sometimes i don't know where this dirty road is taking me

There was less and less to do for a growing pup in the grotto. Caiaphas didn't allow her brood too close to the saltwater pool in the center of the main room, nor did she allow exploring paws to venture down any of the side tunnels. Ephraim was quickly outgrowing the confines of his home and it showed in the form of irritation; previous play with his siblings turned rougher and more wild as his energy was bottled up.

He watched through still-blurry eyes as Raleska pulled away from the pup pile and headed for the Other. The Other was a place where other wolves came from. Up until now, Ephraim had just accepted that they came from somewhere and returned to somewhere; they were transient in his life and he was meant to stay here. With as cooped up as he felt, though, he entertained the notion that perhaps the Other was an option for him, and so he stood and stumbled after her.

It would be impossible for him to sneak away from Caiaphas given his light complexion, but even if he had managed, he would give himself and Raleska both away with a sharp, high-pitched yip at his dark sibling, a sound that was far more coyote than wolf.