Ankyra Sound one gonna hold my memories, another gonna close the door

@Arrille @Chusi

it was no use -- frustrated, soggy, and very tired, ingram scrambled exhausted to the shore.

he had spent the morning worrying a small band of seals -- the females were tenacious in protecting their young, and every attempt he had made was immediately frustrated by baying protest and gnashing teeth. for all their sausagey, rolly-polly physique, he was surprised how forceful they were -- and more than once he had come close to feeling their teeth on his hide.

grumpily he circled around a rock and watched them, bathing cocksure and unphased on the strand. he supposed he could run through and rouse them again, but they had grown accustomed to his presence, and only moved aside feet with each roving pass. for now he settled on a jettisoned and sea-carved rock, his hungry gaze trailing their soft and fleshy sides.