Swiftcurrent Creek twelve years a slave

Ira didn't want to be anywhere where Bones wasn't but for the sake of respecting her wishes he kept that to himself, teeth grazing his tongue as he pretended to consider it. “I will stay with you ...as long as Bazi doesn't mind,” The insolent Princeling paused then and gave the Tortuga girl a wicked, cheeky grin. “I can't promise I'd behave, though.” Ira had a real problem with authority. He'd only listened to Jinx because he loved and respected her. He could not say for sure that he would be able to keep himself from being insolent. He had bossed around the higher ranked, older wolves of Sivertip Mountain without so much as a thought for consequence. That had not changed — would probably never change. “Feels like a strange place without them, right?” He did not recognize the work of Jinx in the Spine pack anymore. It occurred to Ira that maybe he could convince Sitri to follow him. He didn't necessarily like the ugly brute but he had been loyal to Jinx and Ira had to admit that he respected that out of Sitri. There was always the chance that no one would even want to put up with Ira's behavior anyway. After all, he wasn't sure if he would even get into Swiftcurrent Creek because he wouldn't lie about it. He was who he was and he wasn't going to change it for anyone.

Bones seemed to like the idea of Ira meeting the elusive Atticus. Indeed, Ira was looking forward to meeting the only parent that Bones had that didn't treat her like crap. Or, at least he hoped Atticus would never mistreat Bones. “It's a plan then,” Ira concurred, reveling in the thought of spending more time with her.