Ankyra Sound woe is me

Sidekick life was slow. After failing to complete his first mission and having no clue how to fix it or what to do next, Sam opted for a spot of beach-side moping. 

It was early morning and overcast. Sam was grey and the sky was grey and the bright future he had imagined was desaturating fast. She would replace him. He was certain of it. His picture perfect villain would kick him to the curb and find someone that could follow (unspoken) directions, and what would he do then? There was noone else like.. whatever her name was. Not in all the world.

The wolf in the sand heaved his third and most dramatic ask-me-what's-up sigh of that minute. A passing crab turned its eyestalks his way, seemed to intuit that Sam needed to talk, and abruptly changed course to avoid him.

The obvious rejection squeezed the young wolf's heart like a vice. This was what his life had become. Not even a creature without discernable ears would stop to listen. He would simply lie there until the sea claimed him.