Sleeping Dragon there is only one god and his name is death

*barges in also, pls shoo me out if u would prefer*

Disturbed by the stranger's scent that passed the threshold of their boundaries (the very same ones he knows are plainly scented because he's personally pissed on them), he begins to gain ground the further into the claim his strides take him. Not knowing precisely what this unfamiliar scent could mean, his silver-dusted hackles rise up and his tail is quick to follow to arc aggressively over his back. Beneath the cover of the night, he stands out markedly in his creamy gold hues, but he is eager and energized in his approach nevertheless.

A waterway obscures his nose briefly but he corrects himself not long after, and digs deep to make up the ground quickly. Soon enough, he comes rounding up from behind the stranger, and snarls lowly the second he identifies the little invader. Dio closes ground greedily, and aims his momentum teeth-first for the intruder's rump without much prefacing. Somewhere in that second before he hopes for contact, he notices Lucani -- but not quite Thuringwethil with her darkness blending well. He considers only briefly that perhaps there would be a reason to stand-down here, but his nose is telling him absolutely otherwise, so he follows through with his opening attack at the very least; he will adjust accordingly if necessary.