Blacktail Deer Plateau Witchy woman

Never <3 :D

Ash Paw knew of Ingram's visions and bones. Had known he would utilize them more and more as time went on. Because he was what he was. A seer, a god, a daedra, whatever it was he felt to be. She had not asked him for a reading, nor would she. There were some things you needn't know.

A voice curled from the darkness. Cloaked upon her pelage of many colors and dug deep into the ears of black. Swiveled upon her head. Drawing body up, haughty, queenly. She turned, bright blue eyes tracing the multicolored male that came near and upon. He was young, younger than she. A youthful rangy look still clinging to him, much like Ingram. A look of careful consideration drew across her dainty muzzle and she spoke, voice quiet, soft. 

I don't mind. I am simply fixing the borders. Keep an eye out for Amarok. He will devour those who hunt upon the night time.

Tiny petite paws traced backwards to step into position near the other. He was large, larger even than ingram, and he made her feel tiny and small. She knew she was, but it was not often that she felt it.