Lost Creek Hollow Bloated, Achey and Pis*Y

Ash Paw didn't fear angering Ingram. He had been upon the receiving end of her ire more than once, and he accepted that she was this way. Was it fair of her, probably  not, but it was freeing to be completely herself in his presence.

She laughed then. Trust me I know. They move day and night, always shuffling, always kicking. They will come to life with such strength.

She smiled up at him and curled a paw around his foreleg. The touch grounding her for the moment. She and Ingram. They had familiarity, realness. They knew the ugly parts of the other and stayed anyway. That was important to the haughty woman.