Wishful Sinking

They eventually showed up near the border to a pack he didn't know. Many scents lingered, and he couldn't quite tell one from the other. Was this safe? He supposed they were all big enough now to fight if they had to, but he hoped it didn't come to that. He was tired of traveling, tired of living as a loner...it wasn't fair. And quite frankly, he hated his dad for doing what he did. He stopped when they stopped, ears tiredly tilting towards his uncle's voice as he spoke. He side-glanced at his sister, wondering if she felt nervous or scared or...well, anything, really. Neither of them really said much nor talked about their father anymore. They didn't talk about what happened. Why it happened. Not even about their mother or the others. It was almost like they didn't exist anymore...and if they did, they were remembered in silence.

When his uncle called for the alpha, Ignis' tailed flicked nervously and he subconsciously moved closer to his sister until his fur touched hers. It didn't take long for an Alpha to show, and to his surprise, it was a she-wolf. Ruina didn't have any high ranking females except for his mother, the Demon Mother. So this was certainly a surprise. He quietly studied the female, noting that she was almost as tall as he and his uncle. Well, a little taller than himself still, but he would catch up eventually.