Dragoncrest Cliffs so to impress her lady, the queen

@Rose

they worked under the guise of nightfall, stealing like banished ghouls across the countryside. the tangle had been their biggest obstacles- they silently pushed their way through. ingram constantly scouted ahead, fretfully returning to nurse the girl along. he had waited until the siren queen had quit the grotto to visit rose - cowered there in the shadows, he told her of his plan -- and then, once the coast was clear, the two set out like hellions across the wintry landscape.

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ingram bumped rose's shoulder with alarm as they pulled closer to the borders. he was positively terrified and his heart beat in his stomach as they climbed the towering heights. he knew in his heart what he was doing was right - it still horrified him to think of rose huddled in that dark cave, half-starved and tormented by her captor. it wasn't natural - it wasn't what wylla would have done either. hell, wylla would have chased her or outright killed her; she wouldn't have taken her prisoner and starved her for weeks on end. besides, being the stupidly optimistic boy ingram was, he hoped he'd see furi again -- maybe he would be able to show the drageda wolves they weren't evil asshole neighbors (except for caiaphas, and maybe a little bit arrille).  

he didn't think about what would happen to him. he was too concerned with keeping rose on her feet. the going was rough and unforgiving and they stopped often. at last they seemed to reach a place rose recognized, for she called out for him to stop -- the borders. breathless but given restless energy by his apprehension, ingram circled about her before letting loose a howl that shook the night of its silence and informed the wolves within of their arrival.