Ravensblood Forest Bloody Tails of Hunting Union

i frequently forget how young ingram is, lol.

i meant to sacrarium, they correct smoothly; scarred lips curling upwards in a ghosting smile that is wily, reveling in their vagueness and the resulting confusion. they hadn't intentionally meant to set her up, truly, but they are amused by the outcome all the same.

that is entirely up to you, ingram murmurs in response to her conclusion. a soft breath is taken; the sweet smell of the blood colored sap filling their nostrils. any and all followers will come of their own accord. they only believed in holding wolves against their will if they deserved the punishment ...but the druids? that was of their own free will.

seaglass gaze cuts in the direction she motions. no, that is alright. ingram replies softly; not too quickly. they appreciate their offer but reuniting with their son is something they must do alone. i must find pelageus on my own. especially when there was no telling how it would go.