You Must Be Swift

"Talk" Walk

"Of sorts," Okay, that was sort of the answer he was looking for. Tongue swiped out to lick his lips, a habit of his when he got excited. He waited for the others to arrive, whoever the others were. It didn't take long before an earthen toned yearling showed up, and Ignis recognized him after seeing him around a fair bit. Another, large male showed. One that looked quite fascinating and even had eyes the same color as his own. And then his uncle appeared with the two foxes he had rescued from the Maw. He knew more or less that this was a call for the warriors, and as he looked around and waited for more to show up, he realized...this was it. Really? He expected there to be more, but even after waiting a bit, no others came after his uncle. He frowned slightly, but then he turned his attention to Rhyme as he began to speak.

He listened intently to Rhyme's words. Soaking it all in and storing it away. He would be patrolling with Rhyme, training with him. Corvus would be with his uncle, and he glanced briefly at first the earthen boy, and then his uncle who seemed to nod in approval. And Mr. Tall, dark, and mysterious would be training someone else he didn't know. He was okay with this. After all, if these were the only fighters in the pack, it meant he had to work twice as hard. And that was something he was okay with doing, too. His gaze turned back to Rhyme, the boy sitting tall and straight as he puffed out his chest. He thought about anything he might want to ask, but so far...it seemed pretty straightforward. But then again..."What do we do if someone comes sniffin' around looking for the new guy?" By "new guy" he meant Epitaph. And by "what do we do" he meant "can I rip 'em to shreds?" The prospect of getting in his first fight with someone who wanted to do bad things excited him. He'd get to be a hero! At least...that's what he thought in his head, anyway.