Sunset Valley her hands know violence but there is a different dream in her heart

i'll cameo as i feel like it so reference him existing all you'd like

Dio maintains his watch as travel pulls them onward across the landscapes. It's all come about rather quickly, but, he is hopeful on this trip and interested in what it may yield. With greenery beginning to return, it is easier to feel just a little lighter, and not so reminded of the tight tuck of his waist at every waking moment.

Gluskap does what he needs, and Dio does much the same in his own way. Thuringwethil doesn't need him mere feet away at all times, so he's comfortable fanning out when it is appropriate. But, he's never very far -- and when he spies the unknown female closing in on the Heda's location, he drifts back in a little closer with his ears forward and lips drawn into a tense frown.

The winds tip gently in his favor and he can smell, if only for a breath, that her scent vaguely reminds him of the Grotto wolf. Other than that, nothing about her is anything he can recognize and her posture suggests neutrality. So, his stare is stern and body imposing, he settles a handful of lengths away to watch this unfold. He allows her the distance he does for now, but he intends to make it it clear that he'll take it away the second things go south.