ass that’s so vast i could block out the sun

ingram's ambush landed him directly in front of the interloper, and as he pulled away from her haunch he felt blood on his tongue. the wolf was already running - good, he thought vehemently. he was so tired of playing guard dog to grimnismal all the time.

but then chusi screamed - ingram spun upon her in horror, half expecting her to be harmed. his ears cupped abruptly atop his thin head and he looked to her in confusion -- and then terror -- as he saw wylla befall her.

his sister's expression was unmistakable - a keen mix of fevered fury and overwrought intensity. the crowd before the ball drop. the settling silence before the impact of a pin. the pale face of a sinner before the gallow's door.

shit.

the stranger was all but forgotten as he watched the events catastrophically cannonball out of his control: stuck between chusi and wylla, his choices were clear -- but it was a choice that would pain him greatly to make.

"w-what?" he fumbled, trying to gently take his sister's attention, even though she looked mad as a mare denied her bran mash. "wait.. wylla! no!"


he looked upon chusi then, hoping against anything she would plead, beg, say sorry -- anything to secure her safety with his family. but it was not her -- it was not his girlfriend's way to be a sycophant.

he felt his stomach flutter into sickening descent and he watched crestfallen for chusi's reaction.