Sleeping Dragon someone said there's a lost horizon

Dio had begun to slowly acquaint himself with the pack's territory and aims to do all he can do blend seamlessly. Since he was adjusting, and admittedly, still working on getting back to a soundness befitting himself, he was laying low for now. He finds it easiest to stay nearer to the base of the volcano where he could learn the scent of the claim relatively undisturbed, especially since he had yet to actively seek out anyone. He can easily look busy there, too, and start to get his scent intertwined with the others along their borderlands.

Thuringwethil certainly held a share of his curiosities, but he doesn't want to pester just yet since any modicum of a decent first impression was all that got him here. There is also the other dominant female scent he catches around frequently, and this interest at least comes with a justified cause almost worth acting on. Among them, were a handful of others too. He could at least take solace in the pack's numbers here so late in winter.

He was slowly warming to the idea of something more though, and finds his nose scoping low to the earth in a half-hearted pursuit of the nearest trail.

here ya go @Lorne