Blacktail Deer Plateau You think your problems are the only ones that matter

the steps of ingram's patrol slow at the sound of sanguinex's approach; the drying grasses and decaying leaves of the autumn season turned crunching beneath footfalls. sanguinex and ingram's own.

a moment is given between the inquiry and ingram's answer; to contemplate. he rubs his cheek in a cat-like gesture along the rough hewn bark of a tree before deigning to part his lips to speak.

to grow basilica. they had a good foundation, surely; a foundation that would be strengthened by favors owned to them. and then, a stranger ( though perhaps not so strange as he, himself, was coming of age ) of the vigor of new life.

to strengthen our hold in these wilds. he was not necessarily keen on the idea of allies ...he rather liked being owed favors. of contracting our skills to packs who might need them. a soft rumble lingers in his throat as he rubs against another tree; the bark plucking some wisps of shoulder fur.