Barrow Fields once there was a queen named gioma

ingram was still wheeling from the rapid change in conversation; he was glad she wasn't talking about wylla, and truthfully, that was all he cared about. the wych that secluded herself to the grotto, other than that minor kidnapping/hostage thing, really hadn't bothered ingram. like wylla, he did not have any love for her -- but oddly, lycaon did, and that was what likely stayed the luschyon brood's temper from driving the dethroned siren queen right out from their birthplace.

he wasn't surprised to hear rosalyn's opinion of the coywolf, though he was still taken aback she knew her. he rolled his shoulders and pursed his lip, his ears still canted back as he considered her words. "oh... that must have been fun." he offered lamely, not sure how to defuse the tension between them. "um.. my sister and i don't really know her well..  she raised us when we were first born but then my mom came and took us, so i don't remember much. um.. my mom left my brother with her, though.." ingram shifted, feeling like he was betraying lycaon by even speaking of how lusca had abandoned her third whelp at the siren queen's grotto. "he seems ok. i don't see her much. she hangs out in that cavern a lot. why aren't you with her anymore? do you live nearby?"