Lion Head Mesa just exuberance

forward dated to a few days after his joining of ursus.

though ingram is aware that this mesa is only a place of temporary refuge, he makes himself as at home as he can; as much as he dares to allow himself. akashingo hosts those of ursus, which now includes him, and he busies himself eating — in seclusion as much as he can for his food possession has only seemed to have strengthened with the lack of food he's had while traveling without his shadow — and strengthening his jaws with each bone he worries.

he knows he should spar, should practice so he is not slaughtered as he killed praimfaya in the coming war ...but regaining his strength with a fully belly is first priority.

the morning was sunny; a chill in the air, frosting the dulling grasses under paw with frosty dew. it catches and glitters in the sunlight. he pauses briefly to examine a frost covered spiderweb before turning away and continuing his search.

and like an dark obsession, his shadow creeps into his thoughts; taking root and curling up inside the cavern of his chest until it aches with her absence and ingram feels the heavy threat of continued boyish sulking pressing down on him as he scowls in the direction of blackfeather woods; the dark woods visible over the grasslands that divide the territories.