Blackwater Islands e sea, silver —

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that he catches the scent of @Nyra upon the fledgling claim of blackwater surprising ingram.

that she survived the lust for her blood by the bear-king of ursus draws into light either the failings of merrick or her sheer determination to live. a soft sort of irony that borderlines amusing tickles like a laugh in ingram's throat though it does not manifest to pass thru his lips.

the keeper, iron guardian of blackwater and the druids it harbors tucks those thoughts away; as is his job. to know secrets and collect information ...either intentionally or purely by coincidence as happened now. webbings of information: separately collected now weaving together in an interesting spiders' web that he hopes to examine further in the future; watching how it might strengthen or unfurl.

ingram clamps tighter down upon the plump rabbit he'd hunted earlier that morning: before the sun had crested the horizon and brought to light another drab, grey day ... and the idle crossing of one of nyra's scent paths and carries it towards the nearest food cache with the intent to store it.

little does he know ( yet ), with the women who would bear cubs in the spring and summer months, they would soon need these caches filled.