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It was simply a matter of sheer luck on Kaname’s part that Ira had been within hearing range of the ebony Silvertip man’s call. The summons, though had probably not intended to be as such, served to irritate the teen. A pause was given, steps halted as ears slicked back against his skull in contemplation. He wasn’t sure if he really wanted to answer it. He was not some lowly creature to be summoned at someone’s will. He was a Princeling and he did whatever he wanted for the simple fact that he could. A couple minutes had passed since Kaname’s call had faded and Ira still hesitated at the natural border of trees that would take him into the Heartwood. He had no real idea why Kaname would presume to summon him and though he was still relatively torn between irritation and curiosity the pallid Prince found himself turning and shouldering his way past the trees, pushing through the tangling bracken that grew on the earthen floor.
Quickly, and quietly Ira moved, weaving through the trees slowing his pace when he came across the man’s scent, slowing all together when he caught a glimpse of him. Kaname was laying down, his head resting casually on his paws.