Unsettled, and swiftly keying into a mood as dreary and gray as the overcast skies overhead, he rounded out the end of his patrol west of the geyser field. Nothing had changed but he wasn't satisfied by this. Once there, he lingered with a frown to consider his next move. The nights had been bitterly cold and more than once, he swore he dreamed the scent of smoke.
He'd found no trace of the commander's return, either. Dio cast his furrowed stare towards the wilds beyond as he walked on slowly, his footsteps heavy as he contemplated.
short vague thread anyone lol?
Chessur made her way along the borders of Drageda, marking her path wherever she went. While she wanted to major in healing here, she couldn't help but continue her gona duties, it was almost instinct for the girl now. She squatted down to leave her scent on a rock, when she found that it had been marked recently. The scent was familiar, but it didn't belong to someone she knew all that well. So she decided to seek out the other patroller, and perhaps get to know another of her pack mates.
She soon found a pale wolf, staring out at the Wilds beyond the border. She recognized his face as the male Portia had sat with at Wintam Dina. Dio was his name maybe. She chuffed to get his attention, her tail low and her head bowed slightly to show respect.
Something didn't bode well. But, his trust in the commander's choices, decision, or whatever this may be exactly, ran deep so with a sigh he tried to shake some of the tension before it could take full hold. She'd be back among them soon, although he was perhaps most rubbed wrong by her doing so without a word. He gave a soft grunt as he began to push off a hindpaw to set off again, yet just as he did, realization he was not alone came swiftly. Dio instead turned the motion into arcing towards the vividly-shaded female, and drawing himself up confidently, alert, to return her chuff.
He didn't know her well but Portia did, so by extension, he was not all in the dark. Plus he'd noticed her plenty on their borders, and the kill marks etched into her shoulders told him enough to get a good idea -- she had surely been Trigeda and known Heda for far longer than he. Wolves he knew to come skilled.
"All well on your watch?" he asked first and foremost. There remained that stormy undertone to his countenance, unsettled by their Heda's absence.