Ankyra Sound Any wind means we're running

If there was one thing Ephraim appreciated about Tux—there were many things, but if he had to say one—it was the straightforward way he seemed to see the world in. Being oblivious to his friend's inner turmoil and doubts, Ephraim believed that Tux simply saw the world in a black and white way and didn't worry about all the variables that made Ephraim feel anxious when he considered them. Let's claim it then was such a simple solution that he wasn't sure it was even possible. Could it really be that easy?

Duh. Of course it was.

It felt silly to pee willy-nilly all over the place without any particular border to strengthen, but then Ephraim reasoned that borders and pack territories arose from nothing all the time. He made his way over to a particularly jagged stalagmite rising out of the ground, lifted a leg, and urinated on it. The grotto smelled like the cool water and something deep that lingered in his throat (the bacteria causing the glow), but soon enough it would smell strongly like them. That water is weird, he commented, extremely belatedly, with a narrow look at it. What do you think makes it glow... Er, glow like that?