Ankyra Sound Meditation and exploration

The bull hardly took note of the tiny coywolf pup who was staring wide-eyed at him, but the adult wolf was another matter. He swung his bald head around and regarded Steele with wet, beady eyes, sizing up a rival predator with a heavy huff from his flared nostrils. His body gave a blubbery lurch as it took one seal-step toward Steele, then paused to gauge the man's reaction. If the wolf didn't draw nearer, he had no reason to waste his energy on him. He had mates in need of that energy.

All the while Ephraim shrank down in the sand behind Steele, tail curled toward his belly, and warily watched the colossal creature. It didn't look like it could move very quickly, but Ephraim wasn't exactly a professional when it came to running yet. He was clumsy and probably even slower than the seal, and his paws went all the wrong directions on the sand. If it wanted to bulldoze him it probably could, and the very thought terrified him. Steele's words held a great deal of wisdom—get away from here—but for the moment little Ephraim was frozen in place.