Ankyra Sound redemption is a thing with wings

in many ways ingram was glad his sister bore the brunt of leadership: he was not a wolf to be yoked by responsibilities, nor did he ever appreciate having his hand played by one's sense of duty. wylla picked up the mantle reasonably well -- in ingram's eyes she was far better suited for such a high deportment than any of her other siblings were.

his gaze travels from the strangely-pelted woman back to his sister and a smirk played on his muzzle as wylla threw one last barb in ocelot's direction. affably the male trotted after wylla, a noncommittal roll of his shoulders and a grunt given in answer. what really sounded good to the dark wolf was food -- with a flick of his tail he delivered a half-hearted nip to his sister's hocks before scampering down the beach in a quick lope. if ocelot remained still (and what wolf wouldn't? the luschyon brood was truly a bewildering sight) she would quickly find herself alone -- if she followed, ingram wouldn't mind showing her his favorite tidal flat for picking up a quick meal.