Blacktail Deer Plateau she got married to a boy like you

though there is a part of ingram that is loathe to put even more distance between himself and blackwater islands than he's already placed ...he also does not want to linger in the ruins of failing kingdoms. though blackwater had been deemed a holy place ...any place can be holy, he knows. where magick and faith was practiced was holy, lands that has drank the blood of sacrifices and swallowed offerings in the name of gods were holy.

any place was holy if one made it so.

so, ingram seeks.

the afternoon sun was warm upon the fur of his back as he explores the plateau; studying the herd patterns and making mental notes of its layout, its resources. following trails until they ran cold or stale; growing content with what he was thus far finding.