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

the older male apologized; a strange reaction to ingram's question as it did not explicitly give him any sort of answer. easily annoyed, this caused ingram's nostrils to flare like a bull's; the saving grace being that they were far enough away from neverwinter forest that he did not feel the urge to chase off. though the moonstone was certainly pretty enough to trigger his instinct towards possessiveness, this is assuaged before it can take root if only because ingram does not notice the older male's attention wander to it.

a traveler, the stranger then replies, looking for a local. as far as they went ingram was far from the friendliest; young or otherwise.

and, truth be told, ingram knew little of these lands beyond ursus. he did not know the other packs that lingered in the wilderness beyond the other that touched the southern border of neverwinter forest and even then he had no solid information beyond that they existed.

i'm not local. at least, not by the standards of the 'helpful guide' local. the teekon wilds were vast and he had a long way before knowing all of it's secrets and exploring all of it's too numerous territories.