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ingram's hesitation proved well warranted, for it became apparent with the grunt of 'good' and the steps back merrick took, that it was meant only as a singular test.

though he is not the sort to linger in the realm of what if's — preferring to stick to his chosen path without thinking about what could have been but was to never be — he cannot help but think that it might not've bode so well for him, would he have countered.

i will practice. with who, he was not yet sure but held onto some semblance of confidence that someone would spar with him. he thought then of the man he'd encountered from akashingo that had he'd been nothing more but cryptic to and whom had threatened him off.

these thoughts are whisked away when merrick mentions antelope recently felled by them, and the command to follow and eat is given. ingram's belly rumbles with hollow hunger and he follows dutifully; more than eager to sink his teeth into something sustainable. something more than half rotten carcasses and meager, scrawny hares.