Ankyra Sound they, they will beg me, they will cry until you weep

he's tenacious, this little son of the sound -- his jaws clicked together emptily, but no sooner had scarab registered his failure did he collect to his feet, bounding after caiaphas at a determined clip.

the siren slowed her gait, dragging the marmot idly through the sand. it was just slow enough a pace that if a rather intrepid cub happened to dive for the bait, they would reach it -- caiaphas' eyes were alight with mischief as she waited, tail arced above her in play.