Dragoncrest Cliffs Dynasty

He finds it so easy to give Wildfire his whole indulgent focus, but it is painfully short-lived in this earliest form. Suddenly he's newly aware of the commander's arrival and based on presence alone, he's backing off before she gives him a growl and cuts between them.

Dio's ears tucked back and his head ducked instantly with a soft whine, for he had no intentions of riling her anger under such circumstance. Better sense was still pooling in his lower reaches with his nose so full of heat, but he knew himself well enough to begin to gather some pieces of meager composure anyway. This was far too delicate a subject already and tension already brought a wary prickle from his hackles as he kept it together to watch carefully.

The Wocha shot a hot glance to Wildfire the second Heda spoke and licked his lips nervously in light of this exchange. While not fundamentally wrong in what she declared, Dio's eagerness to response to the call of heat, and knowing that Wildfire wanted this, said that maybe it would not be here at all if they were so ill-equipped. Maybe the winter would dawn mild, end early, and stay plentiful here beside the seas. However he understood her point, somewhere past all the haze of the Bandrona's hormones lingered that  thought: they had onl/y settled. This would officially put a timer on many things for them, which could they afford that right now? Dio was torn. He knew what he wanted to do, true, and what was so close -- until the commander declared otherwise.