Just one more to ease the pain

Since he'd reconnected with Sephira, Ig was trying his best to stick around where they'd met up. He was taking his sweet time exploring, using this opportunity to enjoy a full belly for once in his life and to really appreciate how nice it was to not have responsibilities weighing him down. No expectations, no one to worry about aside from his wayward sister who he'd occasionally check in on just to make sure she wasn't making any enemies just yet or something equally foolish.

It was getting really annoying actually - all that having nothing to do or worry about left far too much time for him to stew in the hurt and betrayal he had to direct at a number of wolves he once thought himself close to. Rather than spend another day laying around his temporary den, Ignatius had finally gotten sick of the wallowing and decided to go exploring to take his mind off things. It only sort of helped. Mostly he just thought of how he could use different objects he passed to gouge out his back-stabbing older- no, screw him, that guy wasn't a brother anymore.

As he passed a pile of dried bones that must have been someone's lunch a long time ago, Ig swatted at the skull he figured was from a rabbit and watched it sail out into the open, fern covered space he was entering. As he followed the objects path with his eyes, his gaze was pulled slightly to his right as he caught sight of a stranger standing among the plants. Truth be told, Ig hadn't really met anyone here. Too busy sulking and all that. Her pelt of greys and small swaths of ivory could have easily come from his homeland, though he wasn't foolish enough to assume she'd actually traveled here from there. The kingdom of flame-pelted wolves was far away from here after all.

Ig hesitated to approach. Even if he likely had zero connection to the woman, that didn't mean he necessarily wanted to go engage with her. Social interaction was never something Ig sought out. Usually it was thrust upon him. So he'd opt to relax, a fiery wraith surrounded by ferns, leaning up against one of the few small trees that took root here and occasionally glancing towards the woman who he now guessed was gathering some of the herbs here. That was another thing this land had in spades when compared with his homeland.




See me walk, "Hear me roar"