Ankyra Sound cover myself with the ashes of you

He turned his snout to peer after the older wolf as he took his leave from the group. Rat had been lurking on the outskirts, as was his custom, his habit, his way of being. He watched for opportunity, and as no one else seemed to be doing anything of interest to him, he soon trailed after Njal, keeping some distance between them. He thought that perhaps the other wolf might discover something to eat, and that he may be able to snag a bite for himself. Unfortunately, that did not seem to be happening.

Half an hour later found the old wolf paused to watch a bird. His own hungry eyes followed it too, drool pooling at the corner of his mouth before breaking free and falling toward the sand. But the bird left, and the old wolf did not move. With an irritated puff of air the rat also sat, his narrow head held beneath his pointed shoulders, his unblinking stare fixated on Njal.