Sleeping Dragon "I love you, Crona."

As it slowly cools off for the day, he's well arisen, and just gearing up for his own round of patrol. As routine, and it went on as such in the beginning. Eventually scents spoke of something more, drawing in his focus, and he knew immediately where he'd go next. His muscles fresh, he sped up to a rolling lope to find out more.

It's not of the Dragon and as he draws into sight, he recognizes the dark coated female -- although it is not a noteworthy memory she spurs in him. The commander and bandrona are here already as well, and he does catch the tail end of their words, but he judges enough by sight alone. She's not welcome and they all know this. Dio loomed in closer, increasing the pressure on the situation with a purposeful stride forward and stiffening tail when he saw the heda make her lunge.

His fur rose into a bristle and now, there's no mistaking this. He passes a fleeting glance to Wildfire, uncertain if she would join the fray as well, but he prepared to provide the support -- and extra set of snapping jaws -- when necessary. The loner could still run, but as soon as the heda's jaws got a hold of her, he knew it would be satisfying. Even more so should she dare to turn her teeth upon their commander; he'd spare nothing.