Barrow Fields once there was a queen named gioma

the distinct approach of another wolf stirred ingram from his pensive wandering, and he fastened his dejected gaze on the approacher. he did not recognize her, and studied her plain features with morose intensity. by proxy of being female she reminded him of chusi and a new round of heart-pang strummed his wearied heart.

her voice sounded nothing like chusi's, but there was an accent there that he could not place. his ears swept back at the mention of a chewbone and with a heavy sigh he gave into her poking -- he was too vulnerable to put up much a fight. "my girlfriend broke up with me." he said piteously, rubbing a paw into the snow to distract himself from a new wave of dramatic grief.