Jingle All The Way

It didn't take too long before he spotted something moving through the trees inside the pack lands. He had to do a double take, however, because the moment he saw something coming towards him, he swore it was fire. But the lack of smoke and the absence of a burning smell told him that it wasn't fire. The closer it came, he realized it wasn't fire but a wolf that looked like it. Never before had he seen a wolf look like this, save for maybe the young Aerndis, but her pelt was more like stars as opposed to smoldering embers. As the male approached, Ace tried not to stare too much, though just enough so that it was still considered polite. He introduced himself as Ignatius Agnivo. He couldn't help the slight smirk that played on his lips for a moment. The name was similar to his nephew's, but he would keep that remark to himself for the moment.

Before he could respond to why he was here, Ignatius asked if he was from Abaven. Aahh, so he had already visited before? Or perhaps had run into another Abaven wolf? Whatever the case, he saw it as a good thing that the man had recognized Abaven's own. "Yes, I am from Abaven, my name is Acere Praetor. You've been there before, I take it?" That or he had just met a member or two, he wasn't sure. Clearing his throat, he proceeded to why he was here. "Anyway, I was up here for a few days and came across a pack scent. The last pack I knew of that was here had been one of my nephew's, so I came by to see what pack now resided here."

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