Ira had heard through Bones of the cougar attack, having managed to be elusive, so consumed he was with honing his skills and his talismans - all in the hopes of pleasing Jinx. In the reality of things, his contact with Jinx had been slim for a while, if only because he would exhaust himself and slumber beneath the stars. Ira was not as clued in on as to what all had transpired in the short span of time, spiraling downwards since the second the cougar was attacked. He was unaware that his guardian had suffered wounds, severe enough that the children growing inside her had been killed. Ira had assumed Jinx’s pregnancy because she smelled different to him and had gained a lot of weight in a short amount of time - though in truth he hadn’t known for sure. He had ran with his assumption though he forcibly did not linger upon it, for the thought of squirming puppies that would claim the majority of Jinx’s attention had fueled a deep seeded jealousy within Ira that did not truly surprise him; not to mention the worst case scenario that she would no longer want him and cast him off in the same way that his blood had. Even the mere consideration of that was like a painful punch to his chest, and quickly Ira shook it off.
Ira had found himself caught in the rain that soaked the silken tendrils of his fur, though he hardly paid it any mind. He had caught Jinx’s scent and without realizing it, until her scent grew stronger, he had began to gravitate in her direction. Ira had spent too many nights without her presence and found that, accordingly, he craved it as he craved his most favorite of his possessions. Ice blue irises expanded as his pupils narrowed in on the ghostly apparition that his sense of smell told him was Jinx. Her gait, however, did not match the regal and stealthy one he was used to associating with her. The shift of her weight appeared uneven and Ira realized with ice pooling in his stomach that she was limping. In that moment, something shifted within Ira, whether it was the wrench in his heart or the suddenly fierce force that made him want to take on the whole world for her - to protect her (though that was sort of amusing seeing as how she was the adult and he was the child) he was not sure. It did not matter.
“My mambo,” Uttered forth from Ira’s spliced lips before he moved to approach her, calling out to her in a soft murmuring rumble “Jinx,”. Concern clouded his irises and darkened his expression when he noticed the injuries she bore and the difference in her that he sensed. “What happened? Who did this to you?” Ira demanded in an inquiring manner, ears perking atop his skull, cupping towards her as he paused, waiting.