Beneath vast clear skies, his lengthiest patrol for the day stretched to their cliffside's southern edge, angling towards their own coastlines now that his paws had come as south as he had intended to. By now, as the hours passed nondescript for today, he began to wind down and slow to a mosey. He still kept a scrutinizing eye turned towards the direction of Ankyra in the distance, though, daring something to pull his curiosities on this otherwise very mild day--so far, yet, all stayed quiet, and contemplative in his respite, he eventually went on his way to peruse onward.

He stopped to mark occasionally since he was all the way out here and it was very much a habit, so why not, and kept his gait slow in between the stops. He went on wholly lacking the march of earlier, thinking that soon, he would shift gears—if not urged otherwise by the route underfoot.

His route went on until he was no longer alone, and to the sound of an unfamiliar voice vying for his attention, he slowed up with a half-pivot. He quickly took that chance to look her up and down, and the wag of her tail inspired a slow one of his to match. "Hei," he answered back with an affirmative bob of his own muzzle back towards her.

Not about to turn aside the company (when he could benefit from a good distraction anyway), he stepped forward for the original path again. "Sure, but it's been quiet out here so far." He wasn't anticipating much to see. Not an exciting walk, but one marked with purpose and he was always glad for the peace thanks to what it meant for his duties. Most days. "I'm Dio. Wocha," he said, glancing over his shoulder.