Blacktail Deer Plateau With the evening sun

the touch of her paw against his own startles ingram for a moment but he does not pull away. sithis had been drowned by the deathlord osiris and dreadfather had been left to wilt like a neglected flower. ironic, how it had taken almost no time at all. perhaps, ingram considers, this had always been the endgame of that arc. perhaps dreadfather had been dying for some time.

though there is a small ache in his chest for what he turns his back to: his once nightwife at the forefront of his mind, he also reassures himself that waiting for her, waiting for her to stay, for him to be enough for her was not being fair to himself at all.

providing you can get away from your cubs: sounds like a plan. ingram vows in a low stormy rumble; offering a pause before adding, providing akashingo takes me in ...you could always send a messenger to tell me where you are. i could come to you, too. he, who would not be bogged down with offspring could make treks more freely than her.