Bramblepoint Like A Bear From Slumber

Eventually, his steps would slow to more of a jogging pace. The closing distance made it easier to make out the features of the two women before him, and as the Tundrian slowed to a more reasonable pace to take it in, things all came together. The first one he'd recognize was Towhee, in which he'd greet with a chuff upon his arrival at her side. He would've greeted her more thoroughly (since she'd been the one he was looking for after all) if his forest fire gaze wasn't trained on the other woman. 

The yelping he'd heard from earlier triggered his guarding instincts, especially when one of the wolves present was his leader -- though his hardened gaze slowly began to soften when the deep-sea visionaries he bore into began to feel familiar.

"Ali?" the Tundrian remarked softly -- half a whisper, half a relived laugh, and he too would begin waving the tassel behind himself. Again was Azon starting to feel like he was in a lucid dream, because it had been so long since he'd seen the ursine woman. What had she been up to while he was gone?

He had half the heart to approach and bump his muzzle against the brown she-wolf's shoulder, happy to have seen a friend of his after so long, but he minded his manners and instead turned towards his Sovereign first with an inquiring whine. Did these two know each other?