Ankyra Sound Meditation and exploration

"Dunno," Ephraim supplied, helpful as ever. Much of Ankyra Sound was a mystery to him. He already knew the ins and outs of the grotto, if not where the tunnel network led to, but the wide beach and especially the encircling forest were both unfamiliar territory. One day he would be master of it all, knower of every hiding place and commander of every insect, amphibian and crustacean, but today he was just a very young pup with very big aspirations.

And, of course, no real will to pursue them. That was too much work. He wanted to explore the beach not because he wanted to get to know his home better so he could be a better contributor, sooner, but because he was bored. That was all. He was bored of his current surroundings and being bored made him restless. He preferred to be relaxed, watchful, without feeling a need to move. So he pressed on at a hurried pace down the beach with Steele behind, and only came to a stop when he encountered a seal.

Not just any seal, but a large bull in his prime. The coywolf pup stopped dead in the sand and took a step back, ears flapping downward, as the bull roared out his dominant claim over the strand's seal population.