A rising sun’s soft glow falls through the cracks of the castle's stone walls, and the tundrarian rouses from his admittedly uncomfortable slumber once and for all. Heavy forelimbs stretch forward, claws gripping the stone flooring as his jaws stretch wide to release a yawn crawling out from his chest.

As Azon shifts forward to rise, he winces — a crick in his neck. Supposedly what he deserved for finding a pile of hay and grass to sleep on last night, though that was the least of his concern right now.

This was new, for sure.

Ever since Northfall, at least, he hadn’t been a part of a proper group. The general was no longer alone like before — he had company. A place to call his own, bodies to protect, and a job to fulfill. In this case, he served beneath a ruling matriarch as this domain’s knight — a title which was probably far too formal for someone such as him. Yet it was a job description that fit him perfectly.

So, as he’d done all his life, he’d get the job done.

Today’s mission was to trail and mark their newly claimed territory — something Ignis was accustomed to and good at. It was certainly a start, and possibly even a way to meet some of the wolves who called this castle their home as well. An early morning patrol never hurt anyone after all.

Though it seems as though someone had beaten him to the outside already.

Heavy footfall fell to a halt as his nose flared, picking up the scent of the darkly furred man who stood outside the entrance of the castle. Toned and muscled like he, and smelling of the rest of the wolves who roamed this land. Intrigued, his footfalls continue as he offers a short -chuff- to announce his presence with a smile, jutting his chin towards the skyline to call attention towards it.

Ain’t she a beauty this time of day? Th’sky, I mean…