Redhawk Caldera Where the lost are the heros,

"Hell If I didn' know any better, I'd say that's th'only reason you decided to join, ain't it?" The Phoenix quipped with a soft chuckle of his own, lightly bumping shoulders with her as they merged paths. "Drinks 'n all aside though, Its good t'know they'll be an extra set'a eyes on the boarder. 'Specialy with all these little kids runnin' about..." It really was, and he was grateful that this extra set of eyes happened to be someone he could trust wholly. The pups in this Caldera weren't his own, and the wolves in this pack were not his family -- but the brute didn't have anyone left to call his own.

His pack was the closest thing to a family he's been able to hold onto in a while.

As the two of them walked, the made it to a small creek just outside of the woods -- Ignis took this opportunity to plop his achey haunches down to rest, with a small groan and all. "Maybe when ya aren't busy, we could even train together. I've been meanin' to test my strength against you for a while now."