Sleeping Dragon you hold out for more

He thinks for a moment, hopefully successful in judging how much detail would be wanted. "A bad fight," he said. Some of it was a bit more deliberate than what one may expect from something like that, but that was still an accurate way to peg it. "Then there was a fire after," in which he'd only been grazed over fresh, pre-existing injury but there had been smoke and debris everywhere to account for as his home went up in flames. Dio's recollection got admittedly fuzzy in that area and he hoped he wouldn't be quizzed any on what had happened immediately after that.

"It was right around the solstice," he frowns thoughtfully as he answers this rather readily. While he may not have it down to the exact day, that is a good of a marker as any for wolfkind as he considers himself a decent timekeeper -- be it by the length of the day or when certain scents persisted, he was confident in his abilities if nothing else. It had only ingrained further when he'd counted the days as they turned to weeks after his loss, lingering in the dark days of winter alone after having so very much.