Cerulean Cape everything was screaming: the sea, the wind, my heart

The silver stranger remains neutral, thus continuing himself as not registering as a threat yet. Thuringwethil seems to extend a semblance of friendliness -- or at the least the gestures suggesting so, and Dio wonders what information may exchange here exactly between them. The scent he wears is one Dio cannot decipher as anything precise. It pings as.. vaguely familiar, which does confuse him initially, but he cannot yet piece it back to reminding him of the Sunspire. It's far too changed, and he's been far too removed from that piece of his history here. To him, now, all it means is he is of another pack, and not one that the Dragons have had contact with as far as he understands.

While he keeps an ear on the conversation, now and then Gluskap catches his attention from the corner of his eye. He seems to stay busy, so Dio takes that as a good sign that their trip is proving useful.

He maintains his silent watch.