Rainbows never shine around me

The fight with the coyotes certainly could have ended worse had he been alone, and because of this Ignatius was grateful that he had bumped into Éldi, even if it was a little odd that both times they met had been followed by attacks by other predators. Deciding to be positive and not get superstitious, Ig concluded that he was ultimately just glad that they both hadn't sustained any crippling injuries and that the pack wasn't too far away. Hauling the carcasses of the coyotes made the going a pinch slower, but it would be worth having the pelts so he'd just press on as his paws sunk into the thick layers of snow which crunched, squeaked, and groaned as the weight of the flame-colored male compacted it.

There was minimal chatter as he walked, nose tot he wind while he studied the landscape ahead of them. Picking a path that took them east and passed the Red Forest entirely, he intended to go straight to the gorge where more healing supplies were currently being stored. It was only when they reached the head of one trail down into the gorge that Ignatius broke down from his brusque walk, halting and setting the coyotes down before howling for Drífa.

He turned to look back at Éldi, asking, "You holding up alright?"