Arrow Lake men crawled through deserts

did ingram tease all women like that? hell no -- his gaze fell to her playfully, but one could see plainly that if he looked any way at a woman, it was only at blodreina. for as sappy as writing this was, ingram was a family man -- a wolf tied by blood and honor and duty to serve not just himself, but those he held in his heart. "only you." he nimbly replied, his features assured -- even as the topic changed to something far less jesting.

ingram didn't know anything of blodreina's past life besides what she had shared; he knew abandoning drageda had come at a cost, and he did not fault any for the decision they had made. once, he had been forced to leave home too -- a memory deeply embedded within him, but the feeling had never been forgotten. he hoped that for aurewen and her whelps that the male would return, but in the meantime he would do whatever he could to make sure they were not wanting. "he will be back, i hope." ingram returned, thinking back on if he had heard any news of the vale. "i am not sure about the vale. i have not seen them myself, when i have been hunting." ingram had yet to come across evidence of the vale's claim, and so, assumed perhaps they had set up shop elsewhere.