Ankyra Sound and if the devil was to ever see you

she picks a piece of ( one ) of praimfaya's ribs: a larger one had had chewed and snapped into smaller pieces. ingram's seaglass gaze remains focused on it for a moment; staring at it: at his teeth marks in it, a branding of sorts, and lifts his chin ever-so-slightly. the brief spell the bone holds over him is broken as she speaks, seaglass gaze flickering to her where it lingers. she names the piece she had nosed lutra, offering that it meant water. fitting, ingram thinks with a twitch of his lips.

lutra, he repeats in a soft rumble, offering her a nod of agreement. and this one? ingram inquires, nosing another piece of bone towards her. what should this one be called?