Blacktail Deer Plateau 'bout the shit

ingram is content to let the druid continue in ahead of him. it would be easier this way; he thinks. more of the border can be reached and marked if there is distance between the two men reinforcing it.

when he finally catches up with his companion, ingram’s scarred lips part to speak —

words are stolen; rewritten in his mind as a call rises for him. an ear twitches. i am needed elsewhere. though the call explains enough, surely, ingram still offers his patrol companion an apologetic twitch of his lips before heading in the direction of the call.