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she responds and then asks if he'd help her.

surly as ingram tended to be, he was sorely tempted to say 'no' ...but her saving grace was informing him that she was of ursus, too ...before he could finish drawing in the breath to respond.

her name follows and ingram lets his mouth, opening with a rejection upon his lips, close with a 'click'.

ursus, he responds. i am ingram. he moves nearer, inspecting the hive, trying to judge how far it was from the ground and if he could try to jump and pull it down or if it was better to use his shoulder against the trunk as a battering ram.

after a few moments of deciding, he tosses his weight into the trunk again and again and again until the hive broke lose and gravity pulled it down to the ground with a soft thump.

though he desires to ask what's so special about it, he refrains for the moment, gaze focusing upon what she's doing with unbridled curiosity written across his tragically young and scarred features.