[The voice continues, and so Ignis decides to follow it. Somehow it's a bit grating on his ears, but not oppressive enough to draw him away. There's a wavering hint of emotion to it, like they could be cautious, afraid, and Ignis can certainly smell tension in the air.
As he draws himself out of the brush into a wider clearing where Prompto stands, Ignis hangs his head low to the ground once more to detect if he's closer to the scent, and he is. In fact it's so much more distinct here in the open. It's almost... familiar.
He prowls forward with a low rumbling noise again, as if calling out to whoever he has located to make sure they're still there, ears swiveling this way and that to catch the sound.]
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As he draws himself out of the brush into a wider clearing where Prompto stands, Ignis hangs his head low to the ground once more to detect if he's closer to the scent, and he is. In fact it's so much more distinct here in the open. It's almost... familiar.
He prowls forward with a low rumbling noise again, as if calling out to whoever he has located to make sure they're still there, ears swiveling this way and that to catch the sound.]