The snowy brute still had a long way to go before he was completely adjusted to the glen and comfortable around all the new faces. Meeting strangers was something he struggled with for a while now, even as a child.

Still, that did not mean it was completely impossible, and ever since departing from the empire long ago he'd found his social skills improving over time. All his life, Ignis was taught to live only in with the fear and trauma that still haunts him to this day -- yet with the help of a few freindly faces overtime, Ignis realized that there was genuine good out there -- not just the kind you'd find in heroic stories. And with that meant a reason not to turn into the father he looked so much like.

No, he will never become the Zephyr Ignis all those subjects so blindly followed. Despite all the acts of violence he'd committed against innocents. Against Judal. Against Āzon.

The sun was setting on the horizon and the prince decided it was time to do some patrol practice once again. Perhaps this would be a nightly routine he could stick to -- perhaps not. Never hurt to see how things played out anyways. Āzon had finished rounding a couple miles of the borders by now; stopping to sniff, marking, looking around,  and continuing his path. There was no denying that his haunches began cramping after these prolonged walks, so after a while he stopped and stood where he was to take in the simple, warm hues of the fading sky.

The sound of eager paw steps striding in his direction made the pale sire's ears flick in alert, turning his head sharply to meet the new presence with a hardened gaze. Though it was not until his eyes met a pair the similar color of cooling evergreen that his gaze would soften, and he'd offer an apologetic chuff at his previously tensed demeanor. 

"Keres, yer up rather late..." the pale brute questioned, inching his muzzle closer to softly gnaw the woman's shoulder. It wasn't that late, of course -- Ignis just wasn't expecting company this time around.

"This ain't about me." He retorted playfully with a smirk, knowing how hypocritical his statement sounded but leaving it at that. With the movement of her shoulder, the pale brute moved back a bit to allow Keres to settle, rolling his shoulders a bit before taking a seat as well. 

"So far, yeah. It ain't that bad here to be honest..." Āzon didn't know what he was expecting after joining the glen, but an instinctual part of him said to be afraid -- on his guard at all times. The last time he was in a pack, it was his birth home; the very place on earth he called hell. After that, the very thought of becoming part of an alliance again instilled a suppressed fear in Ignis' chest. But..... "I'm glad...you brought me here..."

There was a distinct, vulnerable softness in his voice when he thanked her, and it was genuine.