Arrow Lake strode through the gates, defiant in every stride

ingram laughed alongside blodreina, slowing his pace so that she could easily match him. it must be hard, he thought, to carry new life around with you -- what was as easy as a walk in the woods must be incredibly taxing when whelps are leeching the life from you. it's a sentiment that he's surprised to feel so strongly about -- where had it come from?

"is that right?" ingram glanced at the wanlida sidelong, a grin edging his darkened lips. "and what, pray tell, are wolves extraordinary at?" he had his own ideas, but relished the chance to hear hers.

pausing long enough to obtain an answer, ingram resumed his search after blodriena's explanation., keeping his nose to the ground. he sussed through old scents of barley and hare, of moist earth and moss, damp leaves -- no sign of badger, but he's none the less dissuaded as he went.