Blacktail Deer Plateau 'bout the shit

he moves a few feet along the treeline, digging up dirt as he utilizes the scent pads in his paws; digging up roots of a small bush in the process. for this, ingram is not mournful.

he peers back over his shoulder at the hearty chuff sent his way —

and baudelaire was loping past them. a soft rumble is given — though not the most enriching of activities, ingram believed patrols were better taken slow and steady.