Blacktail Deer Plateau Bite my tongue,

she accepts; perhaps a bit too quickly for ingram's liking. no questions for him, though he allows that perhaps ash paw has already answered them. still, the dreadfather is rife with uncertainty; unsettled by her resemblance to his nightwife. but what's done is done and either she would leave when the frosts thaw and the fauna are not so scarce ...or she would not.

he itches to consult the threadbones.

i trust @Ash Paw can give you a tour? it is not a question but a soft wielded command: they had an alignment in their interests, after all. if you need me, call. with those words he moves back into the shadows, cutting a direct path to the alters and his threadbones.