Sleeping Dragon somewhere a bloodmoon hangs in the sky

Dio was guilty of giving the male of the litter much of his attention here, but it was perhaps a bit mutual. He wondered what he seemed to be looking for, although the golden Gona simply let him do as needed at his own pace, and looked to his side himself just to make sure nothing noteworthy had sneaked upon them. When he confirmed nothing, just as suspected, he resigned to simply not knowing what the pup saw, or didn't see?

However it was clear to him that Hvitserk favored Portia, and not wishing to create waves between them in that regard, he does his part not to be overbearing for the boy -- all while sharing a mutual interest in Portia's company, evidently, and it's there that Dio makes himself quiet comfortable until the meeting disperses.

Eske takes a moment but she eagerly bobs her head. The kill from Wildfire doesn't go unappreciated and the gifts from the other wolves makes her feel like she's done the right thing. She can't help but wonder where they might be Gyda hadn't had a litter or if one little thing was different. Everything has been placed strategically, she likes to imagine, as the former commanders gave her a path to take. They've gotten through everything so far and she doesn't doubt they'll survive the next leg and hopefully they will have a smooth rest of the summer and into the fall where winter will prove harsh once more. The children will be older and grown and capable of taking care of themselves (with the pack's help, of course) and as everyone makes their introduction and exchanges, everyone begins to dwindle. With the gifts gathered in one place after a moment, Portia and Dio making their exit while the others talk to Wildfire a little longer. Thuringwethil puts the event in the parents hand a moment later before her own exit is made as everything settles.