Sleeping Dragon The rocky road to Dublin

In the time he'd lived here -- about half a year, if he could put a timeframe on it -- he had come to memorize these borders. It had been his best interest to do so early on and now, he's finding himself more devoted to their cause than ever before. There is much here. It is the commander's domain, the home of the sterling former-queen's whelps, where he can rest his head with ease; home. Yet within it all change is afoot, and that is steering a pathway forward. He doesn't want to be left behind in the flux. Instead he can see himself as one of the pillars to support it.

So when something did ping as abnormal on the Dragon's sceneries, even in the slightest of ways, he was quick about the rise in his hackles and posture alike. Dio picked up a trail and found himself coming upon the Heda's not long after, so he followed that steadily towards the unknown stranger's location.

He loomed on the edges of the encounter to intently study the stranger. So far, the exchange seemed neutral and perhaps even silent until now. He still had no leads on what this wolf's purpose here is, but at least she does not have the scent of Grotto wolves on her. All the same, Dio let his presence be known, but did not yet move to pressure with it. For the time being, he watched from his chosen spot a few meters away -- just close enough to act if needed.