Emberwood spider and gioma had a love few others had seen,

ingram was already calculating some way to escape - he was not so keen to experience this man's fangs. his poor tushus had taken enough of a beating, any more and he was afraid he'd be damaged goods.

he had one paw lifted, one ear turned back, and both eyes gunning for departure when constantine spoke. ingram's ears went from akimbo to fully flared, and then rapidly fell to his skull. he gulped, squinted, and sucked in a breath: "wait... you're joking." he said, insistently -- though doubt started to rise within him. "you're not serious.... right?"

good god, he hoped not. the jabbing thought of losing wylla aside, he didn't think he'd be able to take on this brute -- and the last thing he wanted was to be someone's dinner too.