Ankyra Sound Comfort, the enemy of progress.

ingram hadn't exactly been oblivious to the perfume that nyx sported -- many times he had been driven to seek her company, and many times he had held himself back -- he still longed for chusi, and it hadn't been right. guiltily he had chased any thoughts of pursuing her well from his mind, and was blissfully unaware of the clandestine union she and lycaon shared.

had he known they had shacked up, perhaps he would not have spent so much time avoiding her -- he would have made pains to pass her by even now, except he had heard a sudden noise that was not good. it sounded strained, and was followed by the splatter of liquid -- even ingram knew exactly what that sound was.

he stepped carefully towards her, his expression concerned and ears airplaned to the side of his head. "you ok?" even though she didn't look okay, he still had to ask.