Short cameo.

Drawn forth from the depths of his own mind, the boy rose from his place of waiting when the second howl had rung through his ears. A glance or two at his surroundings had been stolen, searching for a familiar pelt of grey, before he’d shaken his head and proceeded to locate the group. After them he’d trailed, having fallen behind, though it wasn’t enough for him to lose any chance at catching up. Trekking onward, the albino stopped only after having reached the rest of the wolves whose home he shared, and, behind them, he stopped. He remained upright, body rigid with uncertainty, whilst those that stood across from the Drageda wolves were examined. From them to his leaders his eyes had flickered, only to bounce back and then settle on the gathering of strangers. Silent, yet attentive, he observed the scene and awaited to hear how the conversation might go.

He might not have appreciated the timing of all this (Heda's fall and the resulting injuries, multiple pregnancies, settling-in new neighbors..), but this was something he wished to see get done with sooner rather than later. Courtesy all else, the Nereides were only a concept to him he had heard of through others. While better than nothing, he did want to see them for himself finally.

The shoreline approached, their scout ranged ahead, and he knew that soon he would have a better idea of this. Hopefully the outcome would sway favorably.

Dio served as a watchful, looming presence beside Heda, opposite Tirgatao as the others came. On them, his attention settled and the meeting moved forward seamlessly into its next steps. They began their introductions, and he would let his commander have to theirs; it was under way.

Standing proud and watchful, he is comfortable in his spot beside the commander. There is the utmost of confidence in their appearance and ability alike, even before the scrutiny of these foreign Nereides. Drageda looks the part of their strength and gathered together, form an impressive visage of wolf for this important meeting.

When Thuringwethil introduced him, he straightened subtly with a curt nod and greeting to match. Their eyes have been on him already, but he isn't alone in that regard and readily returns the favor. Similarities are here and there between them, yet somehow, knowing more through the words of their scarred matriarch, he simply finds more questions born from the answers.

Their culture of their Mother Sea and Moon, and why they had been drawn to the island, struck undeniably as curious to him but politics are the overarching focus here. He continued his thoughtful, observant silence. Overall, he does not find a reason to suspect issue so now knowing their hopes in this, he awaited Heda's response.

Terms and their conditions go back and forth between the leaders, all eventually ending in agreement that sounds good, despite a painfully subtle, underlying tension he cannot quite put title to as he watches the volley with rapt attention. Neighbors in the past have been less than intelligent regarding matters a lot like these where their hunting grounds were concerned, but these sea wolves may be cut from a different cloth, and seek to break the low standards set by those before without knowing it.

This openness between them could be a solid foundation, or more trouble in the long-run depending on the direction the weeks then months to come would take, and with so much waiting for him back at home, the Wocha was invested in keeping their defenses sharper than ever. If the islanders respected all of this the Heda sought, he didn't expect issue to come along any time soon. Just as the commander said, their patrols were thorough, and their place along the coast already well-established. They would take care of any problems without hesitation. But still standing strong and attentive, Dio knew it would take time to tell for sure. This agreement is enough of a step in a favorable direction for now, though. It didn't culminate to hostility, the Nereides could have their island, and Drageda would press forward, as always.