Eyes On Fire

Familiarity had been a rare thing for Ig up until recently, but it was growing increasingly more common as the weeks rolled by. Meeting more and more new wolves was naturally bound to mean he'd eventually meet some twice. Today though, today the voice that pulled him from investigating one of the fallen giant trees that was riddled with holes was one that he'd known his whole life rather than having met recently. Freezing, he turned his head to look in the direction of the call, his heart was suddenly racing and his head was swimming with uncertainty. That... That was Sou-

A mix of guilt, hesitation, pain, mistrust, and other unnamed emotions came flooding through Ig's mind. Initially it'd been difficult to avoid worrying about the other member of their litter. Sephira's relationship with Ignatius had always run deep, always been steadfast. Before, he'd thought that Sou was the same, in a different, quieter way sure, but still his brother and still someone that he could count on. But then, he hadn't shown. Ig and Sephira had wandered the continent and no one else showed up. Naturally, Ignatius had mixed feelings. He certainly didn't want more wolves to become targets, but he'd also been foolish enough that more would believe that he wasn't the sort to commit such a heinous- No, he had to stop sinking into the thoughts that were threatening to swallow him whole, otherwise he'd be stuck here forever. If he wasn't careful Sephira would beat him there, and he wasn't sure he ought to allow that to happen on a first reunion.

Making his way towards the place where the call had come from, Ig marched over the frosty ground, huffing a cloud of foggy breath into the air as he tried to figure out how to... even begin to know what to do. He paused by one of the giant trees and gazed up at it, trying to compose himself. It honestly made him feel a little dizzy at times to stare up at the trees, searching for the tops that would feel like they were a million miles away when he stood on the ground, dwarfed by massive thing simply when compared to their width, much less the impossible height they achieved. Once he felt properly dizzy and regretted the choice, Ig drew in a breath, held it, and began walking again as he let it out.

Striding over to the blue and red form of his brother, Ignatius regarded him for a long moment. He looked the same as always. Maybe a little healthier now that he was here in the land of plenty. Normally Souzan wasn't a big talker, it was something Ignatius had been able to appreciate growing up with the constant babble from Sephira and Avis' sweet but borderline needy nature. Someone had to balance it all out. But now, for once, Ig was the one who had no words. He didn't really resent Sou for taking some time to get here. There wasn't a way to know why it'd been a while until they'd spoken... Guilt slammed down on him like a hammer, unyielding and merciless. Why?

"Been a while, brother," he mused at last, sounding oddly tired as he lost any semblance of a strong facade. There was wariness there, almost imperceptible, but still there. That was the source. Ignatius found that it filled him with anger to realize that not only had he been stripped of his home and title, but also any ability to trust those around him completely.