Barrow Fields you're gonna keep my soul, it was yours to have long ago.

Easy peered at the stranger, sensing an odd mood between the two of them, finally. Ingram was worried about her, apparently, and Easy wasn't exactly sure why. "Why are you worried?" she asked, tilting her head to the side. "We left all the bitey wolve back in the valley. We're going this way to be safe." She wagged her tail. "And hey, you don't seem half bad! Looks like we're going in the right direction!"

She gave a playful little bow, hoping to jar him out of his dumb protective mood. "You don't have to worry about us, anyway. We're tough. And we have my brother-in-law, too, but we don't need him to protect us. Dawn's already a leader, you know."

At this, her expression soured a tiny bit. Even she couldn't help bragging about Dawn, sometimes.