Dahozhoni Meadow Darling Danger

ingram contemplates her words of his wishes for an eulogy but he ends up shrugging and offering a dismissive wave of his paw. not particularly, murmurs the hellhound. just make sure it's good. he grins, canines glinting in the sunlight for a moment.

left ear twitches, scarred muzzle rising upwards to sniff at the air for a moment.

i have no loved ones. he speak it with sadness, nor remorse. only a flat acceptance.

i don't know, ingram admits. i don't fear death, thus i do not live with regrets.