Barrow Fields once there was a queen named gioma

rosalyn's assessment of ironsea was reassuring -- ingram kept that piece of information in mind, deciding he would have to tell wylla later about what he had found. in a round-about way, grimnismal cared nothing for outsiders -- he doubted wylla would care unless these wolves somehow encroached on their resources. somehow, ingram doubted that rosalyn or her aforementioned crew would compete with them for resources. he had been up and down the coast several times, though had never gone past the giant river that spilled into the sea. he surmised then that where-ever ironsea was, it was not close enough to grimnismal to merit any concern. plus -- she had said distant.

oh, to be so stupid and naive.

"that's good. we aren't either." he replied, wagging his tail in an upbeat manner. "we like to keep to ourselves, mostly. i haven't seen many other packs around here - i guess that's good for you and me, all the seafood we can dream of." ingram winked, a smile playing his features. "i could go for a seal right now, except they're usually too fast for me." it was his hips, wasn't it? too voluptuous to give good chase.