Getting to work

The fiery alpha turned as Song approached, offering a welcoming smile as he drew more near to speak with him. The Desteuction straightened as Ignatius led him up an old redwood stump. Ivory paws scaled the old bark. He came to a halt just behind the ice touched man.

Song let his gaze shift from Ignatius to the land before them. An arena. Song titled his head with interest, never hearing of such a thing as described to him before. He shifted only slightly as he watched Ig leap down to the middle of his said planned arena. Coal beds? The confusion might have been obvious in his features as the man asked him if they'd been mentioned before.

"No, I dont believe you have." the tall Destruction followed Ignatius to prevent having to raise their voices.