With every passing day and each new land explored Ignatius somehow became even more impressed by the variety of landscapes this continent had to offer, and the sheer size of it! He could've been almost across the territory at home by now and yet here... He only saw miles and miles more land up ahead of him, day after day after day.

It was well into the afternoon, and Ig's paws were starting to get sore and his stomach was rumbling. He'd tried his best to find prey nearby but so far there wasn't even a faint scent on the wind. Earlier he'd been about to take a rest but a strange scent had made it's way to him on the breeze and his curiosity got the better of him. An hour later, here he was, getting ever closer to the source of the distinct burning scent yet not seeing much of anything to really guide him the rest of the way.

Finally he decided to take a well earned break, flopping dramatically onto his side and huffing quietly to himself. Maybe an hours nap, then continue?

She had always loved the river of lava, it was given the moniker Hell's River she had discovered. A fitting name, considering it now housed the future queen of demons. Today saw the woman hungry, though she wasn't quite sure what for. Moving away from the warmth of the exposed lava flow, Zeivah sneezes irritably and trots off into the late afternoon. Her stomach clenches with hunger, and for a brief moment, she wonders where her brother and king had gone. He was supposed to hunt for them, wasn't he? The demoness moved silently, the flat stones of the area making such a feat possible. Her dual colored hackles rose along her spine and the strange tones of Zeivah's voice rumbled forth on a guttural growl. Of course, Marek would leave her to fend for herself while he searched for their family, or whatever it was he was doing.

Soon enough, red eyes become wide with disbelief as the chimeric woman slowed her pace. Blinking hard, she looked the spectre over and tilted her head in a highly confused manner. A rather splendidly dressed stranger flopped to the ground as if he were dead already. Upon nearing the immaculate male, Zeivah did her best to smile, not quite getting the gesture. "If you are dead...can I eat you?" She said, with her silent footfalls it would seem as if she had come from no where, possibly startling the poor stranger. Her dual voice sounded as though she were joking and serious at the same time, though she was mostly serious her voice made it seem as if she were being funny about it. The demonic woman tried to smile again and though the gesture was pretty enough, something about it just seemed...off.

"Talk." Walk. Think.

He'd been quite relaxed. The ground was oddly warm here, he hadn't noticed until he realized after laying down that his side was becoming as warm as his paws. Peculiar. Oh well, it was a welcome source of comfort for now. What was not so welcome was the sudden query that emanated from nearby, the speaker just outside his vision, made all the more uncomfortable by the question itself.

He might've brushed it off if it hadn't been for the fact that the tone was just a bit unnerving. "Hmm... I suppose if I were dead I wouldn't have much of a say in the matter." he mused, remaining relaxed for a moment longer before he sat up enough to be able to see the stranger. Her pelt was interesting enough to him. He didn't often see wolves who looked like they'd been haphazardly stitched together down the middle. Correction, he'd never seen something like this. Still, she classified as more plain all things considered.

While he wasn't about to let his guard down in front of someone who apparently didn't mind coming off a little threatening Ig also wasn't going to tense up like a fearful child. His body stayed mostly sprawled out, only his head and shoulders being upright. Yawning and not appearing particularly interested in the woman, Ig shrugged slightly and added, "Bit of a moot point though, isn't it? I look pretty alive, far as I can tell. Can I snack on your toes if you kick the bucket in the near future?"