Bear Butts [Fighting Skill Points]

Having grown up in his father's lands, Ignatius never really visited the northern climate before. Now that he was free to do basically as he pleased and no longer worrying about what anyone might think, he was more than free to fix that. The woods had been the first place to catch his attention, so Ig hadn't bothered leaving the area just yet. He'd been pretty sure that there were some good spots to try climbing into some of the massive trees, but before he could investigate he'd ended up deciding to go back and finish up a makeshift den.

The better part of the morning had been spent trying to locate the spot again, but unfortunately Ignatius didn't appear to have a natural sense of direction. Not even a faint one. Which was why one minute he was walking along through the brush and the next he found himself standing a short distance from another wolf. Damn, Ig hadn't even smelled anyone nearby... Unsure what to say in greeting, he was about to try and wing an introduction when he noted the look on the other man's face. Flicking his pale left ear out to the side, Ignatius gave the other man a curious look. Something amiss?