The Phoenix's path continued onwards through the lush high lands, reveling in the feeling of warm grass against his paws as he journeyed. Though today he'd find himself in a particularly quelled spot within the rolling hills -- one might say it was almost hidden in plain sight. A particularly quite eeriness surrounded the area as he continued, nor bird's song nor a creature in sight or ear shot to be aware of. His audits perked atop his head with in creased weariness as he looked around, and his nose twitching to pick up any form of life.
However life seemed to be naught here. Azon's paws befell on something hard and sharp, quickly retracting in surprise, only to look down and see teeth attached to a discarded wolf's skeleton. Many more after that, too, because the Tundrarian's gaze would lift to take in the sight of hundreds more just up ahead. The man had stepped into a grave yard of wolves with no known name. His eyes widened at the revelation -- of how he'd practically walked himself in a place of the dead -- Azon immediately felt uncomfortable here. Ghost, he many not have every seen, but he never doubted their existence. More than anything, though, felt as is he'd been disrespecting the men and women that once were by walking here, and a thoughtful hum came from his lips before turning on his heals to walk the other direction.
That was, until another soul approached -- alive, this time, and made Ignis stop in his tracks...

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