Silverlight Terrace Kept inside I won't let go

Please feel free to stab me for taking this long. No, I'm not joking <3

It wasn't long before the sound of pawsteps began puttering in behind Āzoniol, followed by a soft chuff to announce their arrival. Judging by the scent wafting in, it was definitely a female -- specifically one surrounded by the overbearing scent of moonspear itself. 'A pack wolf' he realized -- and just the mere thought of what would happen in this confrontation made his heart start to race with anxiety.

The ghostly pheonix turned his cranium to peer at the approaching woman. She was much smaller than he, lithe, and draped in a coat of silver and white. Her eyes were a similar color to his left orb, but gave much cooler, darker undertones to them. "Hello..." Ignis offered a greeting to the silver dame, paired with a soft wave of his tail to express freindly body language. Any other situation would've triggered Āzon's fight or flight instincts, and while he was still a bit on edge, the approach of a pack wolf near their pack realm wasn't something to be too suprised about. "I reckon I'm a lil' too close to home?"