First things first

As soon as he had the chance the day after the meeting Azriel had decided Alaric would be his second to seek out. He needed to figure this shit out and to meet this man who had gotten close to Atreyu. He rose with the morning sun and uncurled from the place he had taken up in the open outside Atreyu's temporary den. A stretch as he dipped his head into the space and made certain Biggs knew he was stepping away and that he expected the dog to watch and summon him if anything happened. He needed to act more like the king he was, but that wasn't him. He was a soldier first and a king second.

He was off then, moving to the place the meeting the day previous had taken place. His eyes were hardened now, the pain from the day before masked and hidden. Only his jealousy would taint this meeting he felt, but even that he wanted to ensure would not happen. He made it there in a short amount of time and shook his pelt, the quills mixed in his nape laying flat in his relaxed state. He took his seat and gave a short but hollowed howl for Alaric in case the male had made it far. He didnt want him to think this was some game to Azriel. He had been serious and as Atreyu's second in command Azriel had to make sure the stranger was aware of him and that they both knew each other by more than just name. After all if he was as good at fighting as Atreyu suggested he might make him a general when they found more permanent digs. He cast his eyes out past the shrine until Alaric appeared though.

"Atreyu" || "Azriel"