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A wandering eye caught what appeared to be a white whisp moving not far from their borders, and Āzon was already up on the move towards it. Thankfully, this whisp did not decide to move beyond that marked line to earn more of an aggressive approach, but wariness would not leave him because of that simple fact.

As Ignis neared, the whisp became bigger and more robust, until he finally stumbled upon a rather large northerner he'd never met before. Stark like his own coat, and with curious looking scars that carved parts of his face.

A chuff was offered upon closing in with neutrality, but no words as of yet. Āzon thought the boy would've been able to explain himself anyway, since it seemed he was searching for something around here...