With a Corncob Pipe and a Button Nose

"Talk" Walk

He followed Rhyme's gaze to the sky, and although he didn't have experience with snow storms yet, he could feel the tension from Rhyme when he had looked. Then Rhyme told him they were tracking down a snowcat. Well, a snow tiger to be precise. But Ignis had never seen or heard of such an animal, and he was sure that the confusion was written all over his quizzical face. Well, if they were tracking something, he knew he ought to remain as quiet as possible. But he feared that unlike Rhyme, he wouldn't blend well at all with their surroundings. He was bright freakin' red for crying out loud! He was sure that whatever they were tracking would see him from a mile away!

Snow began to fall then, with big snowflakes starting to pile on the young apprentice. Did snow usually happen that fast? He couldn't remember. He had been born in the winter, but by the time they were allowed to roam and stuff, only the last remnants of slush and ice had been left behind by winter. He wasn't as attuned to his surroundings as Rhyme was at the moment, especially since he didn't know just how dangerous a snow tiger was...but he took Rhyme's advice and settled into his defenses, just like his uncle had taught him.