Blacktail Deer Plateau Trips and dips and daisies

the word just sounds disgusting. ingram huffs, not even trying to hide the dramatic flair he's adopted as they continue talking about the strange not-fruits she calls vegetables. sometimes you do not have to try something to know you will not like it.

a soft rumble forms and lingers in ingram's throat at her proposed scenario. it would be easy, and very hypocritical of him, to simply tell her: don't swat at them. if someone touched his threadbones they'd lose a toe. he wouldn't be so kind as swatting them. i see your point. is what he offers in a theoterical olive branch.

a stranger thing has not surely happened. he ( partially ) jests, lifting his leg to mark a squat boulder. a few moments of silence is given before he draws in a breath to speak once moe. i might be in and out of the territory soon: looking for recruits. but i promise not to stray too far.