The Tangle sexy fashion cactus

as it just so happened, ingram knew someone with white fur and sandy legs. someone more intrepid than he may have suggested it inadvisable to share this knowledge, but ingram was stupid -- or at the very least, lacked enough world experience to be jaded enough to play close to his heart and keep his mouth from getting ahead of him. his ears worked forward in surprise and their tense position betrayed his recognition of the wolf furi spoke of.

"oh! i know someone like that... arrille?" he queried, propping his shoulder out for dramatic effect as he wiggled what little eyebrow he had. in his mind, being forthright with such information might garner him favor -- he had very little luck wooing chusi, maybe this wolf would be more receptive to his awkward and inept affections.

in truth, ingram knew nothing of the circumstance surrounding arrille's introduction into grimnismal. he assumed the youth had come with the dark-masked wych and her stalwart gargoyle companion -- and had never thought to ask the true nature of the boy's arrival on their shore.