Ankyra Sound one gonna run me down, a hail of bullets in my wake

"I heard, 'make sure everyone's fed'," Wylla teased with a sly look to her brother, "so I'm pretending that's what you said." Nevermind that that was sort of her job, and how she had stayed alive so damn long. Barely, at times, but who was keeping score? She craned her neck to peer back at the upside-down ocean, spotting a crab scuttling rapidly toward it, giving the lounging pair a wide berth. At least the sea had enough food to go around.

She didn't say anything for a long time while she considered the problem of the grotto's witch, but at length she shrugged and rolled back onto her belly. "Well, whatever, she's a crone like you say, what's she gonna do? Spit her teeth at us?" Cackling, the thoroughly sand-soaked she-wolf rose to her paws, shook her damp fur out right over Ingram's face, and demanded, "show me around!"