Jade Fern Grove slay the nemean lion

ingram is greeted by name, and he swings his head in her direction, seaglass gaze studying her face that is semi-familiar.

a little older than the last time he'd seen her.

on basilica's borders calling for the head of the girl ash paw had harbored and healed against his wishes. it brings with it sour memories made more unwelcome by the most recent fight with her. a metallic taste lingers in his mouth; the smart of disobedience and the fact that he does not think that his nature would allow him to repair bridges burned.

that's right. he responds.