Redhawk Caldera Even a well lit place, can hide salvation

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@Towhee, @Fennec, or @Ruenna?

Only the heavens would know how long Azon's been traveling by now. Through mountains, through the forests, and wherever else his long legs forced the brute to carry on in order to reach these wilds -- the very ones he strayed away from in the first place: The Teekons. Things seemed much more barren, so it seemed, since the last time Ignis had visited -- so much more unfamiliar. Then again, what else would he expect from being gone for that long?

Ever since the fall of the Glen, and the death of his mentor @Keres, Ignis hadn't been the same. These wilds, the glen, his silver-crested friend, and the many others who he had befriended along the way were supposed to be his new beginning -- a way to escape the past and learn to forgive himself for all the wrongs he had done. Azon was supposed to be a brand new man -- but instead, he was miserable as hell, lonelier than ever before, and ten times uglier than usual because of this goddamned scar on his mug. New beginnings? How laughable. 

And yet despite that, it was the thought of a 'New beginning' that kept him from drifting any further from these wilds.

Ignis truly was an idiot for returning here, just what was he thinking? 'Am I some kinda masochist or somthin'?' he even thought for a moment during his trip back. It had been months -- so many days and nights that anything familiar might've felt unfamiliar for a while, but the same gullible, child-like hunger to chase after change was what kept him moving. 

All tears of mourning had long hit the ground running -- it was time to continue the chapters..... 

His stop had been the Caldera, a place he hadn't visited in some time. A short trip to get Azon more familiar with the Glen's allies, but nothing more. It was still a place of familiarity nonetheless, and hopefully, one that would keep the Tundrian's mind busy with work. Did Towhee even need any more wolves under her belt right now? Was Towhee even still here? Only one way to find out then.

One nervous step after another was inched closer towards scented borders and a loud gulp was forced down his throat before throwing his head back to initiate a call......A call that was cut short at the sound of squelching beneath his toes -- and upon peering down, a fly-ridden pile of Elk shit looked to be the culprit.

"Oh fuck off. Are you fucking kidding me right now??"