Blacktail Deer Plateau you know everyone

their paths cross; finally.

ash paw, the dreadfather murmurs in greeting, offering a tilt of his head that could be described as gentlemanly...would it have came from any other but him.

the flit of his seaglass gaze is sharp; lingering before it is drawn away. a rustle of underbrush just outside the plateau's claim, lingering in what ingram has come to think of as no man's land. when assured it was just a small woodland critter scuttling it's way from roots to bark of the tree, his attention goes back to ash paw.

how are you settling into life as a druid? he asks first, giving a small pause. have you met the others?