Sleeping Dragon Peridot

The golden Fimmta had just traded guard duty over to the mute coywolf, and so was steadily winding down from such hyper-vigilance necessary for the queen's whelping den. He now moved without a specific purpose and was content to peruse the Dragon's slopes until something caught his eye. Evidently, trace of a female he did not recognize well was what he came upon, so he ambled his approach her way without much hesitation.

As he strolled over, he tried to see what she was doing, but did not come up with clear answers. Dio chuffed his greeting once closer, and paused a few body lengths away, squinting at the greenery she looked to be engrossed in. "Looking for something?" he asked, figuring it's a place to start.