Lost Creek Hollow capture the golden hind

i have made many excuses in the past, he allows. but i do not bring forth any now.

the implication that he was still using them and hiding behind them is an insult that stings like salt ground into invisible wounds.

i do not need gods. and yet, he yearned for nothing but proof that he was godtouched. a paradox, surely.

goodbye, ash paw.

the tether is severed and if not stopped, ingram would make his way onward, his destination somewhere in the wilds but known only when he reached it.