Barrow Fields You are my world, my everything

Whatever Ingram saw, she didn't see it. She saw a handsome, grown up Ingram she would have never thought to run into again, let alone become his girlfriend someday. With his messy spikes and dangerous good looks, he was simply everything she wished to wake up next to every morning and all she could do was beam a smile.

With a happy bounce she followed after him, the jiggly bits no where to be seen for her. When she stuck her muzzle outside the den she breathed in the beach smell and released the air with a happy noise that could not be called a growl but also not a bark. Ever gone inland befur? She asked then, not remembering if he had ever done so.