Arrow Lake drowner

ingram hustled after his mate and curious daughter’s scents, bemused by all the sidetracking that appeared to have happened. he rolled up fashionably late, a guilty smile clinging to his features. he had not been close enough for immediate arrival, and so scanned all of the faces of his pack for any meaningful sign of their reason for gathering.

coming along the tail end of blodreina’s speech, ingram mutely sat besides her and assumed whatever opinion his mate had was one he would steadfastly share. nuzzling his daughter and encouraging her to play with the other rowdies in the group, the eyjolfur listened to each piece given, but did not lend his own.