Rainbows never shine around me

"Now that's a hell of a thought! Not sure I want to think much into such a thing," he mused, laughing openly. Living in the north now did have him becoming more accustomed to the extreme weather. Before Ignatius couldn't have imagined what such cold could do, having lived in relative warmth his whole youth.

After they'd greeted and explained to the healer what had happened Drífa would lead them to her patient den. Ignatius was happy to follow along. A good chance to warm up as she'd said and lick his more minor wounds. Settling in nearby, Ignatius would watch her work while double checking the bites he'd gotten. It was much more difficult to see what was bleeding against his crimson fur. Glancing around the space, Ignatius had to take a moment to appreciate all of Drífa's hard work. He was quite pleased with all the effort she seemed to be putting into her work.