Ingvar had been alone in the deep forests, a past time he enjoyed since travelling with his practically-a-sister Kadenze took up most of his time. She had needed him around her, though she had been wandering off on her own the past little while. Possibly to see her late lifemate she really only had shy of 3 months, so to see his grave not so much him.
Ingvar's heterochromia set of eyes glanced around the forest calmly as he stood there mostly along. The only companions he had around him was the sound of an owl, one of his rescued birds Eilu.. and a young chickadee who mocked the hooting of Eilu, Tomsa. A sleeping young phoenix-looking songbird sat on his back, curled in his own feathers; Duskbreak. The only one of them that could talk the language of Soquili. Though for some reason Ingvar understood 'bird' and could talk to Eilu and Tomsa.
He enjoyed his calm stay in the forest. Though he wasn't hard to miss by passing Soquili or other beasts. The lovely scent of a perfect Vanilla candle stretched around him. If he was a predatorial beast it'd be near impossible for the Kirin/Draft Normal cross to hunt. Though he could stop the seeping, or most of it, he let it happen. The wax didn't stay though. For some reason the wax on his body was an actual wax his fur created but the moment it hit the ground it would only stay for a good amount of time; say 5-10 minutes depending on how much hit the ground. Then it would dissipate like as if it was a melting candle that even though; unwicked, had a constant battle with an inner flame that continued to melt it to nothing.
