Dragoncrest Cliffs Don't wanna go in that pot they bubbling!

After a finished patrol of their eastern edge, he returned to the inner workings of the territory down his well-worn paths. Usually after a round he'd hunt, or find some of his family, so that was his next general step--although he wasn't looking to be picky with how he spent his next few hours until he went back to a different border stretch. His mismatched eyes scanned the route ahead of him as he went deeper still, until he loomed up to the edge of their rendezvous.

Sirio caught his eye immediately and he approached, waving his tail slowly as he did. "Sirio," he whuffed gently, a little surprised to find the young goufa seemingly out poking around alone.. but maybe a bit glad as well. "What are you up to?" the pale Wocha asked as he pulled up beside him.