And here he was once again -- back in the same place he'd met that evergreen-eyed fellow, Evien. It had been a while since they'd conversed, with their last meet-up being over wolf-inflicted neck wounds. The stinging from the medicine wasn't exactly what he'd call "soothing", but making at least he made a new friend out of it. A friend he didn't keep tabs on as of late; hopefully he'd be able to change that.

The grass flattened underneath the pale Pheonix's large paws, late autumn winds drafting through and giving away a scent -- not Evien's -- someone else's -- but who? There, just a couple of yards from Azon was the outline of a dark female's body, and no, she did not look happy to see him. Yet being the stubborn idiot he was, Ignis continued forth. Perhaps his presence was all a misunderstanding to them...

He attempted to press on, but the raven in question lunged from the shadows in an attempt to get Āzon to stop where he was. No, this won't do at all. Last time he came here, this territory was not claimed, and while the clear scent of a pack sat nearby, the pack was definitely not settled in this meadow. T'was not pack territory, and therefore, free to roam in his book.

"I'm not after yer pack lady, let me th'hell through." He challenged with furrowed eyebrows. He was not planning on leaving without good reason , and as far as he could see, there was no good reason not too...

Oh....so, she understood?

He thought there was going to be more of a 'back and forth' between whether or not the fae would let him pass, but it seemed to him that it was just a misunderstanding afterall.

"Oh, uhh..." the sire continued akwardly, odd eyes shifting to and from the grass. "Thanks...I guess...". His tensed shoulders eased once he thought things were safe, and slowly began walking to try and pass the dark woman...

Ignis continued his trail past the galactic-eyed raven -- only to have the feeling of sharp teeth grind against his left hock and stop him in his tracks. "SHIT!" the pheonix yelled out in both pain and shock from the situation, and his pale cranium snapped back to look at his attacker with a glare.

Then, it hit him -- he remembered a time where -- not too far from this very area, he'd met a woman by the name of Aliana who told him to watch out for a specific wolf she had the displeasure of meeting. 'A black she-wolf with purple eyes; silent type...' 'Oh great, what the fuck did I get myself into now??' Though now was not the time for Āzon to think about his poor life choices -- it was either fight or die right now.

And so the pheonix let out a deep snarl, hock still in the mouth of the other, and launched his body to the left, opening is jaws in an attempt to grab the side of the woman's thigh.

The blackbird was much more lithe in size, meaning there was a heightened advantage in both stealth and speed in comparison to him -- and the way she prowled circles around him could mean danger if he wasn't paying close attention. Āzon's eyes never left the toungless dame and carefully sought out an opening for his next move, and when he found it, he positioned himself immediately. Torso lowered and paws digging into the earth, the muscles of his back legs flexed as he lunged forward with opened jaws that sought to grab a shoulder. The plan was to tackle as well, but with his branded hock preventing that proper footing, his forward power may have not been as strong as needed....

Despite his altered balance, the hit landed with decent impact -- though not without a clean bite to the side of his face. He quickly drew his head back by instinct, causing fresh horizontal marks where teeth met skin. Distance was placed once again, and the pale sire began charging towards her side.

Suprisingly, the fight did not continue, and what was supposed to be another clash of fangs instead became the fight's end. The pheonix's large paws skidded the dirt into a halt as he watched the raven exit the meadow, an annoyed frown tugging the ends of his mouth rather comedically. He didn't know if this was supposed to be some kind of joke or a petty act revenge, but wouldn't it have been better to just let him through from the beggining?

No matter -- he was too fucking exhausted to care anymore and didn't want to stress over the raven's way of thinking.

So Ignis would turn away, checking to make sure this she-wolf didn't pull anymore bullshit while he was turned around, and quietly made his own exit. It was clear his stay was not welcomed, and he'd probably have to search for Evien another day...