Just like old times

He snorted, rolling his eyes and pretending to the best of his ability that there wasn't some grain of truth there in her words. Somehow the siblings managed to balance each other out. Whether or not he'd have made it out of puphood without her, or she without him was debatable at best. Between them looking out for one another and the rest of the litter and their mother doing her best to keep them in line things had panned out alright. Well, until recently, but as far as he could tell it hadn't been Ig's fault that they ended up here. That bit had blindsided him.

"Well, since I'm not wanted in other places, maybe I'll just become a king here," he laughed, shaking his head and automatically dismissing the idea. Although, he did like the thought of pissing off multiple wolves at once by ruling here. Of course he also never wanted to lead anyway, so it felt foolish to think about even in jest.

Ear flicking to the side as Sephi tickled him, Ig gave her a feigned snarl, rolling to aim a soft kick with his hind leg towards her side. "The queen of sass can't deal with a little taste of her own medicine? Gawd Sephi, you wimp, spill your tale before I have to beat it out of you." He'd preemptively try to shove her with both hind paws to keep any retaliation at bay, though Ig was pretty sure she wasn't above nibbling on his toes. That had probably happened once. "Unless you want me to drown you out with my own story. I'll drag it out three times longer than necessary." Hmm. Suddenly he was curious what all she'd heard of what happened. That would have to be brought up soon, though he was sure she'd mention it herself eventually anyway.