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His surliness appeared to phase her slightly -- good. Ingram, while not outwardly aggressive (as was evident here) had never had great people-skills. For some odd reason, he had always liked making others uncomfortable. If they were uncomfortable, it meant they viewed him as unpredictable. And unpredictable was a wonderful thing to be.

He hadn't really meant to terrorize her, it was just his way. His gaze somewhat sharpened as she spoke, the suspicion evident in her voice. He didn't really feel like sharing his whole life story with her, as fascinating as he felt it was. "Been gone a while." He muttered, his gaze dropping slightly. She admitted she wasn't from here. Oh. Then why was she here? He was about to ask that, but he didn't want her to think he was actually interested in her. Not that he would be - girls had cooties or something.

Kjalarr. Why was that name familiar? Ingram didn't really remember much about the wolves of the sound. Other than Caiaphas. He only remembered her because his mother never failed to remind the puppies how evil that woman was. He didn't remember her being evil, but his perspective was probably biased. She always brought them food.

"No, I haven't." He answered, wondering what was next.