Sleeping Dragon somewhere a bloodmoon hangs in the sky

Portia came to his side, inspiring a few flips of his tail and a return of her nudge should she have it. At ease with her, her closeness included, he settled to just watch the pups until Thuringwethil's words brought his focus her way. Dio was already vaguely familiar with the pups -- Eske and Freyja especially, but that did not temper his interest in the formal introduction of the new lives. He glanced from pup to pup (with an eye kept on the area as a whole, for good measure), and found himself reclining to settle sphinx-like beside Portia, the skin still set within his reach but not where he was about to draw attention to it.

The male of the litter approached, although swung wide out of what seemed like caution. Dio quirked a brow and chuffed softly, humored to find the boy seemingly more at ease with Portia than himself -- presumably, they were a bit more well-acquainted? He couldn't guess yet, and didn't interrupt though, and remained a neutral, relaxed presence. Since the pup did seem a touch wary of him, his goal for now was to not be overwhelming, or push the boy if he was uncomfortable. Dio would let Portia and the pup have at it at their pace, he was content to just watch. He only piped in with a quick "Hi Hvitserk," after she'd introduced him and before they could get too far underway.

Still, he snickered quietly to her flattery, nudged her back playfully, and watched to see how the pup may receive this much so far.