Land of Awe

Nodding along with the other wolf's words, Ignatius had to agree. If he were to give his honest opinion, he was being more and more thoroughly convinced as the days went by that everything was better in the north. The creatures that resided there were as rugged and beautiful as the landscape. "They are impressive. I tend to have a healthy respect for anything with antlers or horns though," he mused, thinking back to one particularly bad run-in with one such antlered creature orchestrated by his... wild sibling. The antlers on Boreas' prey tended to look a little bit nicer than those he'd known growing up though.

"Mm, that does sound like quite the sight. You aren't from the north, are you?" he asked, hedging a guess. It seemed like the odds were in favor of him being correct as far as Ignatius was concerned. "I'm not either," he added, "But it's made a nice home so far, I highly recommend it for anyone with a thick enough pelt."