Dragoncrest Cliffs In the kitchen, wrist twistin' like a stir fry

The wocha remained out despite the temperatures, too. Enough arctic blood on him made it doable thankfully, and he worked combing over and remarking their edges intently. Even the worst of still-healing injuries didn't hinder his step all that much anyway, and with new neighbors to be concerned with these days (so fresh from all their prior conflict), he had to keep up with everything. After he made his way up their southern edge heading west, he called it done for now when the beach finally drew near.

Early on, his route was relatively undefined until he could spot characteristic red-fur coming along towards the beach too, but from a different vantage than his own. He knew instantly it had to be either Blixen or Wildfire.. so Dio paused just enough to watch her a beat, and didn't take long. He soon picked up to a cleaner trot of his own heading that way, and went to attempt to join up beside her path.