Just like old times

He'd been here too long already. Yes, this land was nicer than home and under any other circumstances he might have been glad to have arrived in a place that wasn't a barren wasteland that could barely support it's residents. The prey here was plentiful, the residents were probably all fat and happy with room to roam, grass to cushion their paws and just the most picture perfect lifestyle he could imagine. It was almost kind of sickening to think that just to the east was his homeland where everyone had fought for generations over scraps, meanwhile this bountiful land had existed unknown to them. Or, had it been unknown? Mars had to have known there was somewhere for him to go in his exile... Unless he'd just assumed that Ig would die looking for land that didn't exist.

Scoffing, Ignatius shook the thoughts from his head as he wove his way through the mangrove trees. Whether or not his father wished him dead didn't much matter now - Mars wasn't going to be coming here anytime soon anyway. As the sun set over the horizon the darkness encroached, yet at the same time it seemed like a faint light remained. Emanating from this strange, soggy land. Strange, but not the strangest he'd seen. He only wandered a little further before he managed to find what must be the only ground for miles that was high enough to not be muddy and damp.

Traveling sure did take it out of a wolf. He yawned loudly, mismatched eyes growing heavier with every passing moment. Ig didn't know how long he'd been here alone at this point, but it felt like ages. It would just be another night of solitude, no big deal, he could set out and maybe see if anyone actually did live here in the morning. With that thought, he'd lay down and settle in for some long awaited sleep.