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He wasn't having any luck in finding his next breakfast, Iroh had come to a point where he had started searching for bugs. He had eaten a grasshopper or two before, they weren't bad. No contest compared to a deer haunch but not bad in a pinch. His inky black nose was at the ground between his paws, sniffing at the dirt in case he could smell something interesting when he heard someone approach.

Bright blue and lavender eyes were brought up with curiosity at the massive wolf in front of him. His lips parted in awe as he spoke and asked a question. Iroh tilted his head curiously in response. Who was Kasdeya? Was he her boy?

"'M, Iroh. I'm my mommy's boy." he decided to answer, his striped tail wagging excitedly at having someone talk to him.