Ankyra Sound straight down out of the world with my fingers

loko's jaw slapped shut as he heard something. footsteps. his shoulders stiffened, his head raised -- just maman. the thump of his tail sounded behind him, but he did not yet rise. so tired.

her cinnamon silhouette paced ahead of him, nose to the sand. loko had noticed the way his nose curled at the burn of urine. every facet of his life now seemed invaded - called into question as if its very existence was an insult.

loko was watchful of his maman. he rose and shook the sand from his pelt. soreness lingered in his lean frame. loko loved his maman's voice most of all. it was lovely, cherished like a rare gemstone. in her tongue, he returned: "friend or foe?"