Refugee
01-16-2019, 02:12 PM
The latest project Ignatius had decided to focus on after ensuring they had a reasonable amount of food stored was to collect the things needed to make fires. Not having crackling flames to return to after a lengthy patrol had been strange, the sounds of roaring fires had been with him since birth. Ignatius was all too eager to rekindle another source of familiarity and comfort from his past, especially since it would benefit all of the pack members to have somewhere warm to congregate between tasks as the snow continued to fall regularly. Gathering and drying some wood, tinder and kindling had been the easy part really. Once he'd picked a sizeable cave that got minimal wind in the side of the gorge, it was really only a matter of getting the fire going. Paws weren't the ideal tools for fire starting, and with no cheats like lava or lightning-created fires he'd ended up needing to enlist a few shaggy northern primates to help him out, offering them shelter in the harshest parts of winter and protection in exchange for their help. Once the fire was started it was only a matter of keeping it going, a duty he'd share with several other pack members. He was lounging before this fire, enjoying the result of his hard work, when a sound caused his ears to twitch and him to question whether he'd heard it or not. Reluctantly the flame-pelted wolf rose to his paws, taking a few moments to begrudgingly admit his rest would be cut short. It had been a stranger's call, but it was urgent nonetheless. Stepping away from the warmth of the crackling flames, he ventured out into the snow towards the caller to see what they might need. When he arrived with the wind blowing in forceful gusts, buffeting his thick pelt, Ignatius eyed the strangers through the haze of snow that was kicked up with every merciless bout of wind the gorge sent rolling along it's walls. "Greetings, friends. My name is Ignatius. What business have you with Fýri this day?" he asked, forced by the wind to stand closer than he normally might in the interest of being able to hear the new arrivals when they spoke. It was only when he'd gotten close enough to speak with the pair that he noted that the black furred male looked like he'd just gotten mauled by a blizzard somehow, his coat looked like he'd been soaked at some point. Ignatius felt a sharp pang of fear for the stranger in that moment. It was a wonder the other was able to travel to his borders if he'd been soaked as he appeared to be. For a moment he hesitated, unsure what to do with the wolves at his border. Normally he'd prefer to speak with them a moment, get to know them before he made any decisions about whether or not he ought to trust them, but with the weather the way it was... "Forget introductions," he said at last, turning to walk back into the pack lands and beckoning for the pair of wolves to follow, "I will not let anyone freeze on my doorstep, follow me." With that he would lead the way to the warmth of the fire-lit cave, already debating whether he ought to summon Drifa. Whether the wolf was hurt or not, he figured the northern woman would be better at dealing with someone he suspected was a hairs breath from dealing with a case of hypothermia. |