Hushed Willows and never for a minute did he believe he could escape

it is the ice melt that ingram seeks first; hard, frozen ground under foot offering no respite from the ache of travel still too familiar to him. they had not been long settled in blackwater before trikova had sent him out into the world.

something catches ingram's eye; a movement out of the corner of his eye, perhaps ...or a brief shift of light upon the other's shadow-cloaked silhouette. all minuscule but enough to prickle at ingram and draw his attention, his awareness.

hackles bristle slightly; a low rumble lingering in his throat. a soft warning to not linger unseen in the shadows.