Ankyra Sound Tragedies with penniless fountains

Well, this guy was a massive drag. They stared at one another for a time, Mahler's eyes slitted and Ephraim's wide but impassive, and then the stony charcoal wolf took up the bird and proceeded to ignore him. The small hybrid remained where he was for only a moment longer, then lost interest just as Mahler had. He edged a narrow paw out onto the wet sand, deemed it safe, and then headed away from the grotto, toward where Caiaphas had taken them the day before, where he flopped down on a waterlogged bed of washed up kelp, eyes to the sky, and yawned. Two could play the game of pretending the other didn't exist; Ephraim played it all the time with his siblings.