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scars are not something that worripa ingram bulks at. because praimfaya bore them. because he bears his own.

and while worripa ingram does not believe in the bear god ( at least not yet ), he gives a gruff nod of affirmation. it was easier to fight if he wasn't fighting for one wolf or another. and vengeance ...even if it was not his own, is something he would gladly fight for.

if just to feel the rush of battle and taste the lifeblood of another, again.

seaglass gaze sweeps over the scars that mar the alpha's visage. missing fur and toothmarks and a missing eye. to worripa ingram they are killmarks ...not unlike his own. telling a story of a worthy commander; and though his beliefs do not entirely align with the leader's own ...perhaps they overlap enough not to create future dissent.

i do not fear scarring of flesh. a simple statement; a promise that he would collect them ...be it in the name of the his bear gods or worripa ingram's own greedy collection of kill marks.

at the mention of the saints, a toothy grin spreads at the edges of his scarred lips. unknowingly, it seemed worripa ingram had inserted himself in their war after all. only that a pale woman who called the saints her pack offered to train me and called them militaristic. probably it was nothing more than merrick already knew ...but it was something, at least.