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

easy's playbow elicited a light smile, but it was short-lived: truly, the prospect of such wolves as his neighbors -- her neighbors -- troubled him. even if they were left behind when they moved - they were still dangerous, and still very much a threat to any wolf that came across them.

he offered a half-hearted playbow in return, but a frown lingered on his darkened muzzle. "can i.. at least like, make sure you're with them before i go?" he didn't think she understood the gravity of her words -- perhaps because she was so young, no one had explained to her the world's iniquities. ingram wasn't going to be the one to do that -- even if he wanted to, it wasn't his place.