Ankyra Sound straight down out of the world with my fingers

it stood to reason that like he had changed to adapt to his lifestyle on the coast, so his prey adapted too.

loko admittedly had never considered it. he marveled this newfound knowledge, overturning in his mind's widening eye.

bent over the tracks, it took loko longer than a normal seasoned hunter's to notice the staggering gait; the irregularity of hoof-falls that announced to any its author's weakened state. a sickly scent hung around the tracks that both repulsed and excited him. it be limping. he drew upright, eyes hopeful and breathless. what ails it den?