With the worst of the cold and snow staying in the past, he'd eased himself right into a good routine and sat there, quite comfy. His nights were warm, days kept busy, and he never went too hungry. Overall Dio went about his business undisturbed so he had no complaints. He missed Sleeping Dragon far less lately, too, but he also had Portia on his mind twice as much these days with Wildfire tangling into it subtly now and then too. It'd been much different about this same time last year when he had only just met the commander, fresh off his pitiful travels down the desolate, frozen coastline on the backend of winter.

The scene remained much the same, and there was only so much to see here now even as he skimmed along. Winter kept this all cold and crisp, dusted all in chilly seaspray but he knew spring would change this soon enough. For now in the meantime, it just felt best to familiarize himself with all that he could.

Which coincidentally included Arlo, too, Dio thought as he turned to face the younger male. He'd come at a delicate time for Drageda, and as with all of the wolves hailing from the commander's histories, the wocha got the sense they were especially scrutinizing. Perhaps it was a good sign that he, Melchior, and Tirgatao had remained this long. But with them looking more and more likely to become a noteworthy fixture in Drageda, Dio no longer had good reasons to not know them better.

His tail arced upward and waved softly. "Hey," he greeted, then cleared his throat softly after not using it for a time. Already he knew the basics here, name, duty, where he came from -- so on, so Dio at least had that to build upon in getting to know him in the present better. "Settle in alright?"