The pale phoenix, after little over a week of joining the glen, still had yet to create a den out of sheer stubbornness. Azon didn't have much of a problem sleeping anywhere that was convenient for him like he did as a loner, but he'd probably give into peer pressure eventually and dig up a lousy hole somewhere near the rest. For now, Ignis slept near the glen's borders. Mid-afternoon; his head laid in between his paws, awaiting nothing in particular while practically camouflaging into the snow under him.

"Osiris..." the prince breathed quietly with a huff, turning around to face his leader and lightly dipping his head towards him. Since joining, Āzon recognized the boy as his alpha, but nothing more. What was his relationship with his family? What were his motives in aiding his mother with this expansion? Why did he take on such a stressful position at such an early age? All these questions were left unanswered, for Ignis really didn't know much about the young Ostrega.

The pale pheonix stood to his height and shook the snow from his pelt, turning himself to walk over towards the male before speaking. "I didn't really get to making myself a den yet, so I, uh, sleep around the borders at night..."