Lost Creek Hollow there's fear in letting go

the pair tracked: the star of riverclan and the patronsaint.

it was with a silence that ingram felt comfortable in, with honestly little regard for how his companion found it.

it was only under sithis' influence that he'd been talkative and the patronsaint finds himself burrowing into old habits; comforted by them.

any sort of comfort in the roles he was trying to assimilate himself to. father. subordinate. husband.

taking crowfeather's lead, ingram's own steps slow; gaze taking in the hoofprints, flared nostrils drawing in the woodsy musk of their quarry.

they are close.

ingram is ready and offers crowfeather a sage nod of his head in an effort to tell him to keep leading the way.

the pair track until they come across the deer, and with a struck of luck ( and some work ) they manage to take it down, though it had put up quite a fight that ingram cannot help but find admirable.

ingram eats a small bit of meat and parts ways with crowfeather with a soft nod; taking the rest of his portion back to @Ash Paw.