Lion Head Mesa Bitter sweet honey

from ingram's perspective, as the older woman offers words while she works, speaking of honey — not something ingram's ever came across before but assumes it's what that strange gold colored liquid in the hive is — and then asking what made him join ursus, she is chatty. to him, it does not take much to come to that conclusion and first impression as he is not a beast of many words. though, admittedly, since joining ursus he has spoken more words than he has since abandoning rivenwood.

honey? he draws nearer to sniff at the strange ambrosia colored liquid, finding that it's sweet. he wars with himself on whether or not that means its poisonous. bees make it? he inquires trying to puzzle out the how; his curiosity rooted in the perusal of knowledge strictly.

with a bit of reluctance, ingram turns his attention then to her question. it was a good question ...but not one that had any real answer. there were a thousand 'because's' and all of them disappointing.

because winter was coming. because he missed his shadow with a physical ache in his chest. because merrick had promised war ...and though he was not particularly invested in it's catalyst, he could no longer deny that his soulsong hungered for bloodshed and carnage.

committing matricide had altered something in ingram. or perhaps, simply brought something underlying to the light. either way, he is changed.

merrick promised war. is the reason that ingram settled on with a lofty shrug of his shoulders.