Sleeping Dragon Topaz

The quiet of the borders recently did bring him a certain sort of satisfaction, but he had yet been swayed enough to not keep patrols at a high -- even for himself. Often, he'd simply sleep somewhere in the shade along their base, then resume as soon as he was able. All of his hunts done on their edges and just because they crossed his path. But, he was, truthfully, a little peeved by the aggressive monotony that was bringing lately. He reasoned his could break his schedule long enough to go spend some time with the puppies, or mill around somewhere else for a change and not only carve deeper pathways into their borders.

After a long drink he turned his path elsewhere, and proceeded on whatever random whim pulled his nose forward. He decided not to have any set plans and just roll with whatever came his way as he hiked the slopes.

When he laid his mismatched eyes on Portia, he continued moving closer. The gona's stance was mostly  neutral, albeit accented with a few small sways of his tail. "Hey," he greeted simply while trusting that feeling companionable was appropriate here.