Blacktail Deer Plateau Bite my tongue,

the call that rises over the trees of the plateau is low, eerie even if he were the type of creature to be unsettled by such things. ingram makes his way towards the section of borders that the call had originated from. as lady luck would have it: he wasn't too far away. he takes brief note of ash paw though it is the woman at the borders that causes his breath to hitch in his throat.

it's not his nightwife but she could almost be her twin.

this, ingram finds unsettling.

he keeps this thought hidden away, scarred muzzle not betraying the wild chaos of his thoughts in that moment.

i am the dreadfather, he greets. this is basilica. what brings you to our borders?