Horizon Ridge if she ever, ever knew

it is hard for ingram to stay focused upon his task here: if simply because horitculture is not his niche — so very far from it, in fact — but also because his thoughts keep straying to the plateau. he knows the wolves he has thus far garnered to follow him could hold down the fort while he was away but still. he does not like being so far away. he has always been this way though, for as long as he could remember.

longer still, perhaps.

the sound of footfalls is swallowed by the soft sands, but the scent that drifts in his direction holds something akin to familiarity for him though he cannot place it. for my herbalists' garden. he replies, seaglass eyes taking in the other male. i do not know what it does. an attempt at humor, foretold by the wirly, almost boyish grin tugging at his scarred lips.