Ira had grown rather accustomed to exploring the territory of the newest pack he called himself a member of, and it's surrounding territories as to aid in making a mental map he could consult for future use considering this was his third time relocating since his arrival in Teekon Wilds. In truth, he was attempting to, as the saying went "kill two birds with one stone". He was both learning the layout of Silvertip's surrounding territories but also on the hunt for wolves to recruit to Jinx's cause. She had granted him the title of recruiter at his request and Ira was not too terribly keen on the idea of letting his guardian and new alpha down. As it was, Ira felt like a right vagabond, though this time he didn't measurably different than the previous moves. Tark had whisked him away without his consent, and when Jinx had moved him from Horizon Ridge clung to her because he had needed too. Without her he knew he would die. This time, she had given him a choice and he had chosen to follow her not because he didn't think Fox was a capable leader – on the contrary he thought she was pretty cool – not that he planned to tell her that, mind – because even the mere thought of parting with Jinx created a chasm of emptiness and pain in Ira. Without ever meaning to (especially so given his curse) his fondness for Jinx had grown into affection that was blossoming into something even more dangerous.
Ira had seen the river from his previous perched upon the mountain and have brazenly ventured towards it, discending his perch with percision and caution, recoiling when he had began to slip on used to the treacherous terrain. Regardless, he continued down, having not been all that high up, catching sight of an ink smudge that seem to be moving in the distance. Focusing upon it he loped forth, quickly closing the distance between them with bristling hackles and bared teeth, remembering that wolves were not even allowed near their borders, even though said ink smudge wasn't technically near them.
That was a musky scent of wet fur mixed with an abrupt familiarity that caused Ira to put on the brakes rather furiously as he barreled towards her, attempting to careen so he didn't slam and her like he had originally intended on doing. This action, however, caused him to propel from his gained momentum in a manner that was probably hilarious in the river, the cool water rushing to greet him, immediately soaking him as he pushed and paddled until his head broke the surface. "What the hell, Bones?" He spat, climbing upon the shore giving his coat a furious shake in a manner similar to her when they had first met. "Are you trying to get yourself killed?" The Princeling commanded fixing her and his unwavering stare.