A Dream of Spring

"Talk" Walk

Oops. Ignis' ears flattened against his head as he winced. He hadn't meant to startle the guy and make him hit his head, and he shot an apologetic look towards him. "Oh," Came his reply. The man spoke in a strange way. Though Ignis had never heard someone speak that way before, either. He was a little disappointed that the man wasn't trying to dig to the other side of the world, and was in fact, digging himself a den. That wasn't very exciting, but he assumed it was something that had to be done. His uncle said winter would be coming soon, and he had already dug out a den in each territory for them. Ignis helped, of course...a little...when he wasn't going around and exploring the pack lands. "Well uh...can I help? I'm a good digger, honest!" If winter really was coming soon, then that meant Ignis would be turning a year old. The thought excited him and wondered what that would also mean for him. Peering at the guy, he guessed that he was much older than he was, definitely not a yearling and certainly not an old geezer.