But It's Better If You Do

"Talk" Walk

Ears flicked when he heard someone speak. the boy had been distracted by the river that he hadn't noticed the approach, but when he received another warning about the river, he decided it was probably best not to hang around it. It seemed many were worried about the river here, which led him to wonder why they still lived around it if it seemed so dangerous. "Has anyone been caught in it before?" He wasn't asking to challenge the other males words, no. He was genuinely curious as to whether other wolves had been swept up by the current after venturing too far in. The couple of times he'd been here, he remained on the bank with no more than perhaps his feet and toes dipped in the water, but this boy and another girl he'd met had warned him about the river.

He glanced at the boy then, noting that he seemed fairly normal in appearance. Ignis kind of felt out of place among the pack. He was blood red in appearance and was starting to like the odd one out. Granted, nobody treated him differently because of the color of his fur, but still. It was hard to feel anything but normal when everyone else looked...normal. "Um, my name is Ignis by the way. Thanks for the warning, I'll be sure to be careful around the river from now on."