Lost Creek Hollow There is truth in giving life

perhaps, ingram murmurs, peering down at the cubs nestled against her side. it will be a while before they would be up for that kind of adventure, and there would be dangers to them taken from the safety of riverclan's claim ... even briefly.

toula is strong, ingram had seen this himself, spoken with a conviction that does not feel entirely his own. as if Osiris, watchful, touches upon ingram, feather of ma'at light. she grieves her father, he thinks of the threadbone reading, how she had looked at him so desperately. but she will be fine.

he does not pretend to know the new pharaoh's mind. she had been hard for him to read; mercurial almost from his brief interactions with her.

still ... it is not their concern. not truly.

either way, it is no longer our concern.
their concern was right in front of them, their relationship, their cubs, the political standing of the riverclan.

and nothing more.