When Jinx had came to him, beckoning him to follow her Ira had not, initially inquired about the situation whether it had been because he had been still in the tresses of slumber having not quite broken free of sleep’s firm grasp, or because he did not truly want to question his new guardian was unknown. Ira’s knowledge was vague as to what had spurred the abruptness of their leaving, and idly the insolent child believed that she would come to tell him eventually. Gathering the rabbit fur he had stolen from an abandoned den - which was all he had really come to possess in his short time in Horizon Ridge (thankfully) - he clutched his possession betwixt his jaws and hurried after Jinx, leaving the den with a permanence. The journey north was long - granted, not as long as his journey with Tark, yet still. The rabbit fur weighed Ira down but he was as determined as he was stubborn. He did not want a new fur to possess, he wanted the one he had found because it was his. Despite the fur that was damp with saliva and was beginning to leave a fuzzy taste in his mouth, he still managed to inquire as to where they were going, prodding Jinx unabashed with questions even if they were a bit muffled. Eventually, Ira figured out that transporting his possession would be easier if he balanced it on his back. It hindered his pace, but he was able to keep up with Jinx well enough, given this.
In truth, Ira was just glad that Jinx had not left him behind. He had not met many of Horizon Ridge’s members but the one (aside from Jinx) that he had met, he hadn’t liked very much.
Eventually, Jinx had began to explain her reasons for their departure from Horizon’s Ridge. Ira gave his guardian his rapt and undivided attention as they walked, seemingly hooked with awe (as he secretly often was) on her every word. "I can be that," Ira assured her, quick to please. "Unforgiving and rule iron-fisted, I mean." He added after a breath, not wanting her to mistaken his assurance to mean he could be a weak King. He would never be a weak King -- especially not with her as his mentor, Ira felt confident. For a while, the child fell silent contemplating Jinx’s words, wondering why no one challenged him then, if he was a weak ruler. Not that he was questioning Jinx’s judgment - in fact, he wholeheartedly believed her.
Ira stopped when she did, the scent markers of a pack assaulting his nostrils. It did not strike Ira as familiar, and after he shrugged his rabbit fur off his back, he gathered it close to him, standing over it possessively as if he feared some shadow creature materializing out of nowhere to come and snatch it from him. Ira turned his milky blue eyes to Jinx, usually so fierce, colored with his confusion as he watched her lower herself to her uninjured side, asking him to be respectful. Ira’s jaw dropped open in a brief bought of shock, unsure if he had heard her right. It was the first time he had ever heard Jinx not encourage his normal behavior. Quickly, the child closed his mouth, needle sharp teeth snapping together with a little click. Her request was followed by an explanation of some bitch that didn’t like Jinx (Ira got the feeling it was mutual). "Then why are we here?" He asked in hushed tones, meant only for Jinx’s ears. Of course, he would be complacent and would act modestly and respectfully in the strange alpha’s presence - but only because Jinx had asked him too. He would put on a convincing show, to prove that he could do it.
While Jinx’s words made sense to Ira, stroking his ego with her talk of legions under his command someday, but he shoved it aside, a spark of excitement rising within him at the prospect of putting on a performance Jinx could be proud of. "Don’t worry,” The Princeling purred in his Guardian’s ear. "I’ll charm her ass off." Charisma was something that he had naturally when he wasn’t being a snobby brat - something Ira was about to dabble with for the first time.