Redhawk Caldera Fevered Interest

I made some assumptions for the time of day this takes place, but let me know if theres a mistake you want me to change <3

The Tundrian woke up a tad later than usual this morning, looking (and feeling) like actual shit as a result. Grogginess seemed to weigh his heavy form with each step today and made even the slightest movements a chore -- Half-lidded eyes felt lazy scanning his surroundings, and Ignis -- strangely enough -- didn't really feel like greeting anyone on his way to work. Maybe later. 

His pale bulk managed to carry him slowly towards the Caldera's borders, circling his way eastside it's mouth until his were set on the greenery of the outer territories. The Phoenix's morning-dazed attention span wasn't focused on anything in particular, but more blood began pumping through his tired body as the sight of a large form began making its way towards the borders -- 'A stranger', he thought.

His stance quickly changed from a relaxed state and towards a wary one -- tall, and tensed at his muscles. The large male was eyed warily as they approached, and Ignis awaited their presence with equal alertfullness.