Ankyra Sound the feeling of guts in the brain

Raleska had far too much energy for the lazybones that was Ephraim, so as she scurried away he merely plodded after her, ponderous and as exciting as a damp sock. Even when she grasped a piece of kelp and flung it at him, the tired coywolf let it slap him in the face and slide slowly down his muzzle, leaving a trail of goo in its wake. It fluttered to the sand and he licked his lips, scowling at its sour taste.

"Catched," he informed her in a bored tone as he padded after her, but there existed in him the urge to chase. He was a predator even if he was a slow and lazy one. So he kicked his heels into a trotting run, trailing after his sister with no real motivation to catch her. She had successfully roused him to play, but it was only an accomplishment in the sense that he was marginally more interesting to play with than a brick wall.