Broken Antler Fen and armor beneath her skin

ingram doled a polite nod in henwen’s direction as introductions were made, but the smile normally sunning his lips did not shine.

after all, blodreina was dead.

he understood pri’s need to be alone; giving her a gentle buff of his head he watched her leave — his heart heavy yet proud for the woman she was becoming.

shall we hunt? ingram turned to henwen, ready to take his mind elsewhere. there were many tracks to scour here, and he could use the company.