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It was cloudy, the morning air thick and heavy with the humidity that hung from the recent rains of which Ira had taken shelter in a rotted log having wedged his body inside it (though no one was to ever know that he had a little bit of a trouble freeing himself from said log) to ride out the storm of the night. The grass was wet, the bracken at some points slick beneath his calloused paw pads as he made the journey towards Swiftcurrent Creek. He had spoken to Jinx previously about making the trip and she had let him — a fact in which he was still mildly surprised about but grateful for, nevertheless. She hadn’t seemed particularly interested in his relationship with Bones but she hadn’t kept him from finding out what happened to the Tortuga girl. Ira ran through several scenarios in his mind, several conversations but in truth he was clueless as to what to expect; further unsure of if he would be relieved or angered at seeing Bones. It would not be fair of him to jump to any outlandish conclusions about why she hadn’t came to visit him recently. The last time he had made the journey had been with Jinx as he left the Creek and now he was going back to find out what was happening between Bones and him.
It was kind of ironic in a weird way.
The Prince of Silvertip slowed his pace then as he began his approach to his previous homes’ borders. He paced for a few seconds, back and forth, back and forth, still a good football field’s length away from them, trying to grasp a hold of himself. No harsh reactions. No accusations. No anything until all the information was obtained. Then, and only then, could he make a measured reaction when he had everything laid out on the table for him. That was how relationships worked, right? Listening, considering and then reacting? It sounded right to the pallid Prince who had never …well done anything like this before. Unbeknownst to Ira his pack mates had previously caused trouble with the Creek and that it might set a bad precedent for him to be there now, but he only desired the attention of one wolf and no one else. It wasn’t like he was there to start trouble. Inhaling deeply, Ira squared his shoulders and drew closer to their borders, maintaining a respectful distance between them and him and tipped his head back and called for Bones, summoning his sassy Pirate girlfriend to come meet him.