Dahozhoni Meadow Darling Danger

the reckless thoughts that it would be easy to slip from kvarshiem's borders and not return; slipping out like the hellish phantom he was, was growing more and more tempting. to the point that ingram had even relocated his threadbones to a hiding place outside the territory. a gathering of his morbidly most prized possessions that he could not bear to leave behind.

the idea begins to consume him as he wanders, letting his intuition decide his path.

it consumes him until he crosses a familiar scent path and it offers him a refreshingly needed break from that relentless train of thought.

ingram follows it without preamble, offering a honeyed hello, in greeting as the familiar form of the freckled blackthorn that has spent equal time making herself home in his thoughts come into his view.