Flycatcher Downs [M] Was brushing her cat in her black limousine

for a quiet stretch of a moment, ingram ruminates upon the young pharaoh, finding that he agrees with ash's hopes.

and i to you, as well. the hellhound offers in return, offering a soft shake of his pelt. i should not linger. he murmurs, decision made. best of luck, ash. with those words the hellhound takes his leave, slipping into the shadows that eagerly devour him.