Kintla Flatlands cause i can stand to stay here, right where i am

ingram took the antler back with a slim black paw, nodding after rhaenys finished her visual inspection of the trinket. he was certain whatever proud stag had once borne it had discarded this token long ago.. he made a note to look it over more closely once he was at home, and of course, dull the everloving hell out of those very sharp edges. he didn't have to be a father to know kids and sharp things probably should remain separated.

after tucking the antler under his paw, rhaenys asked after his company. this was a subject in which ingram could be helpful: "oh, yes --" ingram nodded and canted his head in the direction of the lake that simmered in the distance. "i'm part of a pack down there. it's called diaspora. i'm actually out here because my leader gave me a task." he paused for a moment, inspecting rhaenys sidelong. "are you a lone wolf?"