Redhawk Caldera Fevered Interest

The Phoenix remained focused -- unmoving -- as he scanned the man who'd approach and allowed a better view of his features. Their sizes seemed to rival each other and their eyes, while different shades, did not match it's paring in color; heterochromatic. A bit of age shown on his features to convince Āzon he was a tad older, and his pelt colorful like autumn feilds and dried leaf piles.

Pale audits flickered forward to listen in as they approached, but instead of a voice -- Ignis was left with dead silence, paired with a nonchalant stare. A stare that was returned on his end -- and after a few seconds of this, an eyebrow was raised and blinked in bewilderment. 'The shit?' The Tundrian wondered in confusion, even taking the time to turn his head behind him a few times to see if they'd actually been staring at something else.

It looked as though he wasn't intent on speaking, which was kinda sketchy and had the Tundrian more on edge on why this guy was approaching in the first place, but Ignis decided it was best he initiate things himself to find out.

"Hey." He greeted neutrally. Towhee's presence in the far distance behind him was not noticed yet, as Āzon's attention was laid out in front of him instead. "You travel near Redhawk's borders. Y'need somethin'? Or just passin' by?"