The Tangle but it was met with some disdain

ingram was seconds into considering diving straight for the thorny underbrush, so cutting were those keen amber eyes -- he did not want to find out if her teeth carried with them the same complimentary sharpness.

he saw her lips perceptibly shift - not enough for him to abandon his escape plan, but enough for him to stay there a moment longer. and then she exhaled -- ingram's ears gently lifted, but then fell again as she said it wasn't her problem. rude, he wanted to say, though his teeth remained clenched and his shoulders hunched - surely, he better get going now.

but then blixen said something even more confusing -- a fight? why? ingram's brow knotted and his ears eventually lifted from their flat-lined placement. more vexing than wanting a fight was the fact she almost seemed to concede in light of his troubles; it was all ingram needed to summon a worried grin and reply -- "i don't know, i lost her scent back there." he motioned back towards the barrow fields with a thick limb and then continued: "i'm not a good tracker... why... why did you want a fight?"