Blacktail Deer Plateau 'bout the shit

the quiet is companionable.

a nice change of pace from the constant chatter he oft feels obligated to offer.

ingram does not mind it as they work as if they were two cogs in one machine: fortifying.

ingram rubs his cheek against the rough hewn bark of a tree, claws scraping across visible roots; digging beneath the bark to the soft inside of the root. sand colored and even green in its youth.

the smell of cedar fills his nostrils, mixing with his own unique scent before he moves forward, pausing at another tree to lift his leg and mark it.