Lost Creek Hollow capture the golden hind

Part of her wanted to stop him, and yet she knew it would mean nothing to him if she did. It would be a cruel injustice to the man he was if she tried. Would she see him again, perhaps. Would they be on good terms, no one really knew.

She breathed a prayer to both her Atka and her Sos, more so to Sos, knowing that this was the one that Ingram would have liked the most.  That he'd stay alive, that he'd find whatever the hell he was looking for, because she sure didn't know what it was anymore.

A lift of haughty head and she watched, head held high until he was gone from her sight. Then she'd lift her nose to howl a goodbye. They had parted perhaps on bad terms, but they had always been something akin to friends.