Sinking Into Sweet Uncertainty
11-14-2018, 07:49 AM
Occasionally he grew uncertain about his decision to raise a pack this soon after his arrival. Granted, it had been some time since he'd arrived, but... Well, the radical shift from back when he'd wanted nothing to do with leadership was hard to grow accustomed to. For now, he told himself that the difference was that this was his choice, not one Mars had made. Huffing, he watched as his breath fogged and drifted away, blue and red eyes following it's path as it slowly faded. No sooner had the wisps dissipated than a howl rose, summoning him to the border. Intriguing, he hadn't gotten many visitors yet. This could be good though, they were still hurting for members after all. Not that he'd be letting the new arrival know that. Meandering off towards the call, Ignatius wondered for a moment how long it would take before the north was covered in snow, and how deep it would be in his packlands. Once he found the caller, Ignatius strode up, placing himself opposite her and offering a nod and smile before saying, "Greetings, welcome to the borders of Fýri. I'm Ignatius Agnivo, Konungr or alpha of this pack, how may I help you?" gods above, that was so formal he could die. He'd prefer to live and speak in a more relaxed way, but years of training had lasting effects. Drinking in her appearance, the barely marked snowy pelt, and comparatively diminutive height were nothing to get terribly excited about. He could easily write her off as a native of these lands. It was something in her scent. He didn't clue in as quickly as she had, but then again he and his litter were well known to everyone back home, even those they hardly knew. Still, there was a faint familiarity there that had him suddenly feeling a bit uneasy even if he couldn't place a paw on why. |