Sephira came running at the first notes of her brother's howl. Hearing it had sent a jolt through her body, both exciting and surprising the fiery femme. Her large paws thudded in quick succession and she made her way over the plains of the battlefield until she caught sight of Ig's telltale pelt, an ember glowing in the distance. She came upon him with a wide grin. "Well, well! Look at this." She had urged him to push into the future instead of wading forever through the past, but this was still unexpected. "Do my ears deceive me? Or am I really here to report for duty?" Her grin spread impossibly wider.
If Ig really did want a pack of his own, Seph was proud to stand beside him. Despite his occasional propensity for doom and gloom, between the two of them there was no question about who was better predisposed for leadership. Her tail wagged proudly over her back as she pranced up, aiming to give Ignatius a hearty headbutt before settling down next to him. "Don't fret, Iggy. This'll be a good thing. What could possibly go wrong?" Excitement thrummed through her. Who would appear, she wondered? What would they be like?
She hoped they could tolerate a healthy level of bullshit, at the very least. She bit her tongue to keep these ramblings inside, for once cautious of the first impression she would make on anyone who heeded Ig's call. So she sat and shuffled her paws instead, eager in a way that usually implied disaster. She would be able to rein it in, for at least a day or two... Probably.
