Ankyra Sound i'll get on all by myself

Think that ought to do it? she asked.

Hopefully. I'm almost out of piss, he admitted — then realized how that sounded, who he was talking to, and all that, which made him feel a little stupid. He clears his throat and squares off by the territory edge, dragging his heels across the dirt and gouging the soil with his claws.

There — he sighs. They've put in a good amount of work so far, but there was so much ground to cover. In a few hours and a hot meal, he'd continue.