Repeat Until Death

If his previous encounter with Ignis had left him feeling unsettled, this... this disturbed him right to his very core. There was nothing he could say that would make things any better, let alone make sense of any of this. He felt for Drífa and her loss of home, but at the same time he began to worry for Abaven and for his family. What was Ignis capable of, he wondered, if he could send an old woman on her own without the protection of a pack in the midst of winter? It was hard to imagine Theory doing that to anyone, even an enemy. No, she was too kind for such a blatant disregard for another wolf's well-being. He furrowed his brows tightly, shrugging off Theory's condolences. He had a feeling this was much bigger than just him and his former friendship now that he'd heard these new developments. His attention was cast back to the older wolf, but she didn't seemed to want any assistance. He frowned slightly but bit his tongue, not wanting to argue. She seemed capable of taking care of herself and he could only hope she'd find herself well on her own, even without their help.

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