Land of Awe

A bark alerted Ignatius to the presence of the other wolf, causing him to turn his head and search for the other. Another man with ivory fur, golden markings and eyes the color of a crisp and clear northern sky was making his way closer. With a few friendly wags of his tail, Ignatius turned to take a few strides closer, dipping his head in greeting once they were within easy speaking distance.

"Greetings," the walking flame offered just before he got comfortably close and came to a halt. "Enjoying the northern scenery?" He glanced in the direction the elk had gone, a light smile on his lips. These lands would never cease to be spectacular, would they? He could only imagine how much more amazing it was when the snow really got going. Tough, but beautiful.