The Tangle sexy fashion cactus

unlike furi, ingram had marched right into the tange -- and the tangle had spat him back out.

he was battered, stung and full of thorned briars by the time he wrestled free of the bramble's thickness -- and well beyond exhausted. trying his best to disguise his limp he struck west. he had not seen his sibling in weeks and lycaon's avoidance vexed him; he was still brimming with euphoria over his meeting with chusi and the only wolf in the world he wanted to share his happiness with was nowhere to be found.

not that lycaon was the fount of happiness himself, but ingram missed his brother dearly.

he had not gone far before he saw a thin figure in the distance. at first he had mistaken her form for the strange siren lycaon affectionately called mana and had made every effort to conceal himself from detection -- until the wind swung and her scent came tumbling down the hill. he was slightly relieved she was not who he had assumed her to be and he stopped in his tracks with his posture neutral, a quiet chuff given in her general direction.

upon closer inspection ingram thought she was young - perhaps younger than he -- and wrongly assumed that might make her more affable upon approach. stupid, naive ingram, thinking every which wolf in the world wanted to be his friend -- it would be a long time yet before he figured out that not every wolf in the wilderness was approachable.