Blacktail Deer Plateau you know everyone

the afternoon is painted a grey gloom, overcast skies that follow in the wake of a recent autumn rain storm that morning. ingram had bore the misting rains with a dutifulness expected of the dreadfather; patrolling and finding a rare moment of serenity in the chill that creeps along his spine.

it lingers still; though much lessened as his fur dries from wet to damp to moderately dry.

his steps are with the methodic march of one with clear and decisive purpose; seeking @Ash Paw. he cannot place the determined sense in which he seeks her though he brushes any further thought of it away as that since basilica had taken flight the two of them had not had as much time to talk, both busy with their own devices.