Arrow Lake Dream a dream, and what you see will be.

disbelief still crowned ingram’s thoughts; their leader, father, kill-brother dead. he sat at the melancholy rise that marked the basilisks grave, eyes lifting only as he heard the approach of another.

the gilded vixen; ingram’s features shifted, the expression indiscernible. nyx brought to the forefront a tidal wave of memories that were not memories, stories that were foggy and forgotten. the more he focused on them, the more distant they became — it occurred to him perhaps he had known her, but he failed to even conjure a single memory of the she-wolf. would you like me to leave? ingram spoke suddenly, his voice gravelly and hiding none of the vulnerable sorrow he felt. he assumed she had come here to pay her respects, and he did not wish to intrude.