i would like to hold my little hand

Fishing could be fun, but Ivy wasn't sure he had the patience... and his paws were too big. Too clumsy, at least as of yet. No thank you, he would stick to prey that walked on land. Fish were way too slippery anyway. That, and any sort of failure was way too frustrating. Not that he was easily frustrated, just that things he wasn't good at weren't likely to keep his attention. Things he wasn't good at other than fighting. It sorta sucked, actually, having siblings who were so inclined to it. Ivy had to try way harder than they did, and still wasn't getting good results. He'd have to get Lo to practice with him more. If Ivy was going to lose, then it would be to his other half.

A woof. Not just any woof, a strange woof. He should have anticipated someone else being out here, really. Fresh water attracted all sorts of creatures, predators, prey, and other wolves alike. Still, who else would be out in the rain? Ivy's brilliant blue gaze flickered to the direction of the sound-- a man. A strange man, all dark and a little purple. He wasn't moving though, and he didn't look threatening. Didn't smell like Fireside either, at least from here... weird. A stranger, a real stranger. Well, at least he didn't look like he wanted to eat the stringy boy.

Are you lost? the question came, breaking through the questions that swirled in his head. "No, I'm Ivy."

"Speech"