Ira drew in a soft gasp when he felt Bones headbutt him gently against the neck and snuggle into him. There was a part of Ira that thought that he was dreaming this entire thing, having finally resolved to the fact that Bones and him would be just friends despite that he could never consider her in any sort of platonic way. It wasn't that he wasn't happy about this because he was, he was overjoyed and terrified all in one neat little package of emotions. Their conversation switched to less happy things and Ira's face was stoic as Bones began to speak. Ira hadn't been paying much attention to the goings on in the Creek. He knew of them of course but he couldn't put the effort towards actually caring because he hadn't been sure how he felt about Bazi in the first place, and as Bones had pointed out he didn't know the new leader, either. As in everything, though, Ira was sure he wouldn't get along with Scimitar either (but that was a given because Ira rarely got along well with anyone).
Ira was silent, not really having much to offer since Bones' thoughts more or less reflected many of his own, though he looked at her, his brow furrowing when she spoke that he was the 'captain' she wanted. It was true that it was what the Princeling had always strove for, what he had been groomed to be. There wasn't doubt, not really, but he felt a small measure of concern because while she was a year old he hadn't even reached that mark yet. Many wolves would still see them as children.