Blackwater Islands e sea, silver —

ursus had been a very brief time in ingram's life; a ceaseless wandering. a lost soul mourning the loss of his tether; but the listener had returned to him and he had left them behind without a bat of an eye; without remorse.

their war had not been his war. and though he had a brief encounter with what he believed to be the unnamed god in the form of a mighty bear ...he did not fight in the name of their bear gods. he'd fought because he had no choice; because until the listener's return he had planned to stay.

to hear that nyra returned the sentiment: of not holding ill will against him for the crimes he committed brought with it little relief but a soft of calm all the same. it would make the islands small if she did. they were packmates now and the past was the past.

so the past is the past. the keeper murmurs the words like a spell finished; giving a sage nod. welcome to blackwater, nyra. though he doubts his welcome is needed, he offers it anyway; a proverbial olive branch.