Berries definitely weren't his first choice when it came to food, but it didn't mean he was completely opposed to it. In fact, it wasn't long before the pale pheonix had gorged about half a pound of them down the hatch -- 'These weren't half bad.' he briefly thought to himself, and would probably be enough fuel for the day to continue westward (though hopefully it wouldn't fuck up his stomach later). Licking his ruby-stained maws, Āzoniol briefly lifted his head from the bushes to look around. Ruby/emerald eyes scanned the perimeters with a particular sharpness to them -- He couldn't put his finger on it, but it felt like there was some nearby....

Ignis continued to watch over the area intently until the stranger emerged from hiding, lobes flicking on his cranium as the steps became louder. Odd orbs gazed up to eventually catch sight of a tall, lanky woman. Her eyes dark like sapphires and her coat various shades of light and dark oaks.

There was a tingling sense of wariness as the fae began closing the space, but her eventual stopping point made it clear that she knew to keep a safe distance -- afterall, despite becoming less impulsive since entering the wilds, he was still rather neurotic around strangers.

Something in the way the she-wolf looked at him made Āzon raise an eyebrow in confusion (he still had yet to realize his muzzle was stained), and the woman's greeting was met with a simple "Hey..." While the pheonix nervous licked his chops.

"I don't suppose some random headass swallowing berries was something you were intending to walk in on, was it?" Āzoniol asked her while hinting at wanting to know why she approached in the first place. He'd rather not think about her coming to him to say that the berries were bad -- not even he wanted to think about it after the amount he'd just ingested....

For fucks sake, the 'berries' situation was brought up anyways. Like Āzoniol always did when caught in the act of doing something stupid, his face would heat up in embarrassment and he'd turn his head away with the hint of a scowl -- almost childlike in its mannerisms. He wasn't going to lie, there was a small bit of relief that crossed over him when they'd finally say that the berries weren't poison, but the brute still would've used the ol' "If I die, I die." excuse out of stubborness.

To the dark-eyed woman's next question, his head slowly turned back to face them and he lifted a paw to wipe his muzzle a bit. "Yeah, not alot running through here nowadays, so I decided to eat from the bushes instead...." Āzon responded while settling on his haunches. No, he was not going to tell her that his hunting skills were shitty and scavenging berries was his first choice -- we can leave that out for now. "However, I don't believe I caught yer name yet..." who was the mystery woman he'd been talking to? And why was he always doing dumb shit infront of strangers?

He noted how the woman strangely looked away talking. Was she secretly laughing at him? Hopefully not -- his pride was already on the verge of extinction at this point.

The coffee tinted she-wolf provided both a name and even offered to help him hunt, a strange act of generosity to give towards someone you didn't know. It wasn't the first time it happened, but it definitely wasn't the last time he was going to be shocked everytime it did.

"Wren..." her name was breathed softly under his deep voice. "Names Āzon. I'm traveling with someone at them moment, but hopefully they won't mind me doing some hunting." The pheonix said with a light shrug and vaguely thought about what kind of food Keres would've liked him to bring back. 

Despite how akward Ignis made himself look, he strode towards the seemingly kind stranger with the first hint of a smile he'd make the entire time. If it was a hunt she'd be offering, then there was no way he'd be turning them down.....partially because Āzon didn't know what he was doing.  "Ready when you are."

The pale brute had no clue what th'fuck he was doing, but the earthen-toned dame reassured him that she did, see he followed her lead willingly. They went to work immediately -- it was clear the femora had a level of experience in her that he almost envied (because again,  he couldn't hunt.) Though nonetheless, color him impressed.

On signal to the command given, the pheonix would give a sharp nod in understanding and being moving forward with keen focus. Sneaking was not his specialty due to his large stature, but if he was able to spoke them into a panic, then that would've been enough. 

and so Ignis did; he snuck up closely behind the lagamorph pair with careful breaths -- before snapping his jaws at the air near them. It took no time for the mammals to react, so he quickly slammed a paw down at the one closest to him so it wouldn't escape, and barked on queue to signal his hunting partner's turn to catch the other. "NOW!"

Āzon's mouth watered with the anticipation of an actual meal, something that will fuel him up faster than the berries he was eating earlier -- and much more appetizing to. The pheonix wasted no time savoring the meal, lowering his head and using his jaws to snap the neck and put an end to it's struggling. The tang of blood ran heavy in his mouth and stained his already tinted muzzle, but he'd simply lick it off. It was the gravy of his actual meal.

Ignis' Bi-colored eyes trailed up to meet her own after hearing her thank him, but he was quick to shake his head at the praise " 'preciate it, but I was only following directions. Hell, I wouldn't have even known there were rabbits in this field if you didn't tell me first. So....thanks...."