The Wall i put my fears inside

a muffled half bark follows in the wake of his low chuff and ingram studies the beast further. canine enough to sort of bark, ingram deduces — though it does little to soothe him. he still is not sure what halfbeast is that stands before him.

a glimpse below offers a map of the plateau, stretching out before him — before them; before seaglass gaze cuts back to the halfbeast.

what are you? demands the dreadfather.