Wylan had finally recovered, and was starting to adjust to his new den Spider and their companions. It was a little quieter than what he had had, but it was a start. A nice one. He had regained the use of his wing, and it was no longer sore to move. Now that he had healed, he had to admit to himself that there was one wolf he had not treated fairly.

He went looking for Ignita, sending his companions out to help him look through the vast pack the Armada had become. At least with Ignita, there were places she could often be found, which narrowed down the search considerably.

"Wylan Fatalis"

She was worried. She sat on the balcony overlooking the Col and chewed her lip. Jamie was having a harder time than usual and Balrog was also not feeling well since they got back from the Hallows. She had done everything she could for them, the trip must have knocked them out harder than she thought. She wasn't keen on moving farther away from them than the patio.

Suddenly she saw Glacier down below, looking for someone. She watched him for a moment, a welcome distraction, though another painful one. She saw the bear nose the air and looked up in her direction. Oh? He was looking for her? Another crease of concern shadowed her brow, worried Wylan was in trouble now! But she watched as Glacier ran to fetch Wylan and bring him to her!

"Oh! Wylan is everything okay?" She asked, stepping up as he approached.

"Ignita"