Ira was tense at the approach of an unknown man, though the grey male's greeting held a friendliness that Ira, instinctively, didn't trust. In Ira's world no one was friendly without wanting something from him, though that belief seemed a little ridiculous to the pallid Princeling. Eyes of frigid silver watched him as he inquired as to if they were seeking someone in the Plateau or not. What else would we be standing here for? desired to slip from betwixt Ira's lips full of the contempt he felt at such a redundant and useless question but he bit it back for the sake of not wanting to start off meeting Bones' family — despite that he suspected the a man wasn't apart of said family — on the wrong paw. While she might have found his insolence and patronizing way charming Ira was beginning to realize that if he did not implore charisma every now and then his goals might truly be impossible. In thus, Ira favored silence deciding to let Bones answer that question, else he end up causing them trouble, and Bones had, had enough trouble in her life.
Bones didn't have a chance to get words out, however, for Fox herself came bursting onto the scene, and flung herself right at Bones, ignoring Ira and the man that had greeted them at the borders. Time, in a bizarre warp as adrenaline shot through his veins, seemed to slow down allowing Ira to notice every single movement that passed. Bones yelp was like a sharp knife through his heart and Ira's instincts took over, attempting to force himself between the two of them wanting nothing more than to shield Bones with his body.