Blacktail Deer Plateau he stayed alive to sing songs that murdered life

ingram's focus was on the moonstone, on the process of retrieving it while getting as little of himself wet as possible and carefully cradling betwixt his jaws that he did not notice the other ( a foolish mistake for an aspiring warrior ) until words break the quiet tranquility that had settled over ingram.

his guard hairs bristle upon instinct and his grip upon the moonstone tightens before he relaxes his jaw and it falls with a dull thud to his paws in the grass.

what do you want? ingram asks of the gold-wheat and ebony colored male; weary and rude as always around and to strangers.