Honeyed Pasture and watched an aspen that confirmed it

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the morning was overcast; a drab and dull grey settling over the heather grasses of the pasture, painting the landscape an ill color. even still, the drab day does not hinder ingram's purpose as he prowls the tall grasses. it's easy for him to slink in their cover, even if the keeper is not camouflaged. instead, he stalks like the shadow of death; ignoring the deer that drink with a blissful ignorance in the nearest water source.

he can hear them but it is not a live specimen he seeks.

with his moss covered antler having been abandoned in ursus where he'd left it ( in some hole he'd claimed as a 'den' or another ), he was in search of a new one. a better one; assuming that morgana — even if he suspects they got off on the wrong paw ( his fault ) — or trikova could use something like it for a ritual.

not that ingram pretends to know much of religious rituals. he suspects regardless, and in time, he will learn. for now, he is content to do what is asked of him and search for trinkets he thinks might be of use.