Larksong Grotto the world looks down and frowns

*parachutes in*

Though his place lie in Sleeping Dragon, Warbone was not keen on staying within the keep for too long. His volatile nature built when he began stagnant, when he settled. In some slight effort to avoid his culminating sense of dominance (that would rain down hard on the unsuspecting subordinates of his new home), Warbone picked up hie weight and made a snail-trail to the north. He remembered the lone peak— Nova Peak— and traveled in that direction as he sought solitude and the expenditure of his virulent energy.

An entire day ambled by, watching as the male fed and relieved himself n a northward spread across the terrain. He lacked a decent amount of sleep, but tiredness could not overcome him. He'd have plenty of time to be tired back in the fortress of Sleeping Dragon. A grotto, hidden for the most part and treacherous to some, distracted him from his actual destination. He began to descend interestedly, carefully, into the place he had missed on his trip through the area before. A couple of starkly recent scents reached him, letting him know that someone(s) was just beginning to spend a great deal of time there, but if he had crossed any border they were not yet fully established to warn him sufficiently. He gave the scents as much mind as he would the scent of any other predator's— cautious, but unafraid.

Mostly following the scent of water, he actually came across both wolves, standing lakeside. He approached slowly in the dim light, keeping his distance. "Afternoon," he drawled casually, ears erect and tail hanging neutrally.