Stavanger Bay Just a young gun with a quick fuse.

Zig gave a lopsided grin and replied, "Ah, I missed you too, friend." Not many he had met during his time as a vagabond had been worthy of his loyalty, but Smokestep was. He felt like they were cut from the same cloth; a feeling he didn't attribute to most. 

At his friend's inquiry, he gave a slow nod and said, "That's exactly why I'm here. Finally decided to join a pack again and couldn't think of a better place than Ironsea." He followed his statement with a grin and a wag of his tail. There was really no other place for him. Although his interest in most things was usually fleeting, he somehow knew this would be different. Maybe it was that, for some reason, he couldn't see himself pledging his life to anyone else. Whatever it was that drew him here, there was no doubt in his mind that this was where he wanted to be.