Moo Went The Cow

Corbie gave a slight nod as Ignis joined her. The bison cow bellowed at them, but Corbie merely watched her quietly until the bison, already wavering between her dead calf and the still stampeding herd growing smaller in the distance, finally turned to follow the others. Instinct told her she would need to survive to bear another calf next year by rejoining the group, rather than risk her life fighting for a calf who was already gone.

She smiled at Ignis' words. "Yes, we do. Hunting is rarely so easy and clean as this was. It was... good." She nodded to herself, then turned her attention outward again to Ignis, eyes studying him thoughtfully as she waited for the cow to retreat to a distance they knew it was safe to assume she wasn't coming back. "You know, I was surprised when I first saw you. I thought you might have been a child of my guardian's brother, from your coloring, but you don't hold yourself like someone who might have been raised an Adravendi." This was a gentle probe to learn more about him, who so resembled the older brother Tornach had spoken of, but it was true too. Ignis held himself and conducted himself far differently from Aurielle and Ardyn. Ignis had... an air of cocky arrogance about him that would surely have been disapproved of, though she didn't judge him for it. It was different than what she was used to, having known so few other wolves in her life, and new, and she was intrigued by it.