Just like old times

Sleep was still trying to pull him back into it's embrace and much as he'd like to return to it his sister was not one to let sleeping wolves lie. If this only went on for another hour he'd be lucky. A small yawn parted his jaws while she snarked at him, lamenting the fact that it had apparently taken some work on her part to find him. He did find the information about the residents here rather interesting though. So, they weren't like his kin then? He wondered to what degree the plainness of their coats might be, but figured in his groggy daze that he'd find out later. There was plenty of time to explore and meet the locals. He had the rest of his damn life to be exiled in this place. Joy.

Shaking his head, Ig muttered, "They really don't. Well, most of them..." He might have a decent friend or two among the lot back home, though it didn't really do him much good when he needed someone on his side. That bastard sure chose the opportune time to screw him over - waiting until half of those who might have stood up for Ig weren't anywhere nearby and those that were around happened to be the less loyal sort. It still pissed him off. So much so that - whether related or by coincidence - his glowing pelt flared brighter for a moment. Smacking the back of his head against the ground a few times, eyes firmly shut, he considered her question before mumbling, "No, I'm not. Not yet anyway, there'd be no point and I'd either die or get my ass kicked."

"You wanna stay here anyway, right?" That was why she asked, right? Sephi wouldn't ask if she didn't have an opinion one way or the other. Unfortunately for Ig she always had her mind made up by the time a word ever left her mouth, or at least it sure seemed that way.