Wapun Meadow and the space has been broken, our love is broken.

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...