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Ingvar traveled south, no real long term plans on his mind. He felt like he'd really taken that "today is the first day of the rest of your life" advice to heart, and Ingvar continued to live in the moment. The stark white wolf didn't worry about what would come or what had passed; he simply remained in the now.

He had gotten lucky earlier that day, managing to scrounge up two rabbits in one go. Not one to be wasteful, he'd eaten the first and taken the second. He thought it might make a good gift for whoever he happened to run into next. Lo' and behold, only a few hours went by before he spotted somebody.

With the rabbit still in his mouth, he let out a muffled bark, wagged his tail, and raised his eyebrows twice in greeting.