Firefly Glen Waiting, chewing through the ropes

The wolf, with a pelt the shade of night which blanketed the sky above them, strangely didn't go in for an attack. In fact, all they did afterward was lower his guard after Azon questioned him. 

Did that mean....he wasn't planning a sneak attack? Now the brute was just confused. Other than meeting up with Clarence by the lake, Ignis was still not very accustomed to random acts of kindness without a possible motive behind them. Mabey it was simply his irrational trust issues getting to him, but that still did not change the fact that Azon was a runaway rouge in a strange place. Anything was possible if he wasn't careful enough. And being in the shape he was in now made these situations ten times more dangerous.

He'd introduced himself as a man by the name of Arcturus — so Ignis would cautiously exchange his own name in return. "Azon..." he responded raspily as he turned to face them. "I wasn't aware I'd be treadin' on someone else's territory..." a pack was nearby — that could be a possible assumption as to why he was being approached.