Sequoia Coast you're tearing me apart, lisa

despite baring his soul in front of arrille, ingram found himself looking for his friend in short order. it was not unusual for him to find arrille in his favored haunt in the grotto, but he was not there today. perplexed but not alarmed, ingram nosed along the corridors until he found the male's scents and followed their meandering trail right out of grimnismal's haven.

a more wise wolf might have been alarmed by this sudden departure, but not ingram - he committed to the trail at a lofty trot, a lightness to his step as he thought of his future with chusi. not even the storm the day before could have dampened his spirits -- except the scene he inadvertedly stumbled upon.

he did not recognize two of the wolves but recognized the one that stood threateningly over his friend. with a grunt and a gulp of god-given fear he surged forward, trying his best to look intimidating as he intercepted the welcoming party. "oi!" he called as he galloped up to them, feeling his hackles rise instinctually along his back. his tail was kept neutrally posed, but it was clear from his posture he was unsure, worried for his friend, and possibly willing to get Very Physical if the jig did not ease up. "arrille! are you okay? what are they doin-- HEY!" he yelled as he saw furi surge towards his friend.

helplessly he looks towards the other two onlookers - if this turned into an all out brawl, ingram and arrille would be on the losing side. "HEY!!" ingram bellowed again in response to furi lunging for arrille. if he was able to, he would gallop smack right up to the two of them, only to slam on the brakes at the last possible minute and launch the sourest, most off-putting scowl he could muster. "what the fuck is going on here?"