The strength of the pack

"Talk" Walk

The call had almost gone unnoticed, but as the remnants of the intertwined calls started to fade away, Ignis stirred from his den and slowly got up. He had been keeping mostly to himself save for when he was training, his uncle's words echoing in his mind. He couldn't stop thinking about what his father had done to his sister, and he wasn't sure how to deal with it. Sure, Ace didn't like to talk about the days that his father had abandoned them, but it's not like Ignis ever really tried to talk about it. Instead, he kept it bottled up -- just like his uncle -- and never really talked about it. He tried to with Actaea, but each time he thought about approaching the topic he shied away from it. He had been in denial about the whole thing, but after the latest events with his father, it was getting harder to ignore. He sighed, not really wanting to be around others right now but if it was a pack meeting then he had no choice. He had been doing well so far, and he wasn't about to disappoint now.

When he stepped out of his den, his wolverine companion was waiting for him. Together the pair made their way to the meeting place, though Ignis wasn't in any hurry to get there. By the time he arrived, it seemed like everyone else had gathered and suddenly he felt uncomfortable. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been around so many wolves, and he certainly hadn't met everyone in Abaven yet. This was the first pack meeting he had attended since coming here, and despite his huge size he suddenly felt very small. The usually upbeat and outgoing boy felt unsure of himself as he headed over to his uncle and his sister. He sat on Actaea's left side, pressing himself into her so that she was practically sandwiched between him and his uncle. His companion sat on his other side, and as his heart beat hard against his chest, he waited for the meeting to start.