Gift Giving Is Harder Than It Looks

While the lights above were a lovely sight to behold, he was quick to turn away when he heard the sound of ice and snow crunching beneath a stranger's paws. He was met with a grey pelted man, marked with lighter grey and rust red. The stranger's demeanor seemed friendly enough, so Ignatius would nod and return the smile, "It is. I don't think I've ever seen anything like that back home. Although, I probably have more important things to do than stare at the sky all evening," he mused, remembering the Caribou he was following.

"My name is Ignatius. I'm the Alpha of a nearby pack. I was just hoping to do a little hunting. Would you be interested in joining me?"