Lost Creek Hollow there's fear in letting go

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the uneven gait of crowfeather is tell-tale to who is approaching.

ingram turns at the sound of his name tagged upon a question's end; seaglass gaze lowering with the dip of his head.

we'll take half of the spoils, ingram negotiates. the other half will go to the caches. just because basilica had fallen to ruin and he was cast from his role of king did not mean that the patronsaint could turn off the way his brain had been rewired to think.

he thinks of his family first, yes, but also of riverclan. he does not wish to take more than he alone can contribute. it wasn't something he personally would've let slide in basilica and ingram is nothing if not a man that stuck to his own virtues.