Arrow Lake ge smak daun, gyon op nodotaim

ingram watched, troubled, as the argent swept by him. her stilt-like limbs carried her quick to diaspora's shimmering lake, and it was there she cast small ripples from her wake and stared at the gruesome marks that blighted her muzzle. her attempt at humor was met with a weak smile, but no rejoinder -- what could he even say?

ingram's tail fell, and he frowned -- there was nothing he could say or do to change what had happened.. and if there was, he would do it.. but the woman seemed absent and troubled, same as he, and after a few probing questions meant to learn more of what cruel enterprise had befallen aurewen, ingram was no less the wiser. at last, he settled to simply keeping guard while aurewen waded in the shallows, and when she at last bedded herself and her whelps, ingram slipped eagerly for home.