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ingram childishly chortled at lycaon's quip they spoke in tongues -- but in truth, they may as well have. the words kierkegaard had uttered were coarse and unintelligible to the luschyon brood, but ingram was surprised when wylla's mind came to a different conclusion than his own. she had always been smarter than him -- maybe it was his fault for being too trusting of others, but it hadn't even occurred to him that kierkegaard was a spy.

he shifted, uncomfortable with that possibility -- he felt betrayed just thinking about it, but he also felt like he was the betrayer. he didn't have enough interactions with the older male to have a full picture of whether or not he was worth defending, but he rolled his shoulders at the surmise uttered by wylla. "he seemed like he wanted to stop anything from getting out of control, but i don't know him. have you seen arrille since? do you think he is okay?"