Starting to forget

If he ever saw his mother again Ignatius would make a mental note to thank her for passing on a thick winter coat. It had sucked in the summers growing up but now he appreciated being able to at least tolerate the winter weather to some degree. Picking his path carefully, double checking that it was solid ground he felt with his front paws at every step, Ig pressed on for a while, questioning his own sanity with each and every step. Every time he thought about turning back the mental image of Kirsi stuck in a frozen pit with walls to high to jump out of made him keep going. Even if it wasn't her, he'd come this far and he owed it to whoever was stuck to help them. Supposing he wasn't just crazy and imagining things.

After what seemed like endless, useless circling had gone on for some time, Ignatius sat back frustrated, facing away from the wind and squinting to keep the ice from his eyes as he pondered what to do. Eventually he settled for the obvious and let loose a howl, calling to whoever was out here. If there really was someone who needed help he'd find them dammit. If not? He'd really enjoy sitting by the fire when he got home.