Blacktail Deer Plateau XXXI

they come in force.

their scent strikes ingram as familiar in the way of nostalgia as he scents them along his borders: briefly and faintly scented upon the ungracious cub's pelage beneath the pungent scent of blood that had clung to her like a death omen.

and then again: a teasing willowisp caught during one of his patrols ...shortly before the girl had taken flight.

he knows not whether she lives, whether she has made it back to her home or not. given the severity of her wounds and ash paw's words and his own assumptions that she could not have been healed nearly enough he suspects not.

the daedra prince greets the warband by his kingdom with a rise of his chin. i am ingram, dreadfather of this place. basilica. he offers because he is the sole decision maker here and this warband was his to deal with.

you have come for the girl? the half statement and half question lingers in the air for the taking: seaglass studying them to see who would come forth and speak to him. perhaps he was wrong, perhaps, like with ash paw, he jumps to conclusions too soon.

just realized i might've not been supposed to join this. let me know if you want me to delete it! <3