Arrow Lake bring it to your mouth, and pass beyond your lips

ingram slowed as he came across mahler, presently bent to sup water from the stream. at the present he was entirely unaware of the shadow that lurked behind him -- he had not forgotten inka, but truthfully diaspora was the last place in which the sootfurred boy would have expected her company.

his attention focused on mahler, and he noticed the male seemed hoarse of voice and guarded in a mien different than usual. his tail fell, but he did not lose his verve. "i came to ask you of something." ingram started, realizing it would be rude to simply launch into a battering of questions. "but, are you okay?"