Ankyra Sound with a chance of fog

Quick exit for me!

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His belly was full. There was nothing left of the fish but a pile of loosely scattered bones, some which stuck to his whiskers. It wasn't the nourishment he was accustomed to.... But it was food. And Larus was grateful, in the manner of a wanting child that was finally sated. With his fullness came a sudden warmth, a comfort that had been missing. He was suddenly struck with the urge to yawn - and as the sensation rolled through him, so too came the awareness of just how tired he was. When Larus' eyes opened again (having squeezed shut as they were prone to do during his yawning fits) he saw Caiaphas' golden eyes drop against her paws. Naptime. She murmured in the dark; the boy took heed of this, and after a brief waddle, plopped himself down next to some low stones. One became his pillow. He was out as soon as he closed his eyes, sprawled upon the cold stone floor like a drunken fool. And kids were all just drunken little fools, weren't they?

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