Lion Head Mesa just exuberance

heavy footfalls expose the approach of the older man, and a glimpse of seaglass gaze brings with a pang of familiarity. a heavy breath is taken; the cool air rattling around in his lungs before he pushes it out in a heavier exhale.

he wishes to sulk alone, and having not forgotten their last conversation and how it'd turned so quickly south, ingram ( then worripa ) did not miss the heavy and pointed look that bores into him.

you did not tell me your enemy was the saints of the dying light. ingram remarks simply, steps pausing as he turns to face germanicus, suspecting this conversation was going to happen whether he ( ingram ) wanted it to or not.

the want to needle him further lingers, especially since he knows it is so easy, but due to the fact that germanicus' pack was hosting ursus, knew he'd have to keep that at bay...for the sake of being a gracious guest ( or however close to such a thing ingram could ever be ).

the saints of the dying light ...it sounded pompous and too many words for ingram, whom has spoken so much than he cared to — out of necessity.