Cerulean Cape there's something the dead are keeping back

Underfoot it shifts towards sand, and it's a rush of familiar scent that greets him soon after. He's always had a mixed relationship towards the coast, although it is the brief visits like these that he has learned to favor above the rest -- their purpose, and ensuring the safety of the commander, give him a better train of thought here. The memories of the frozen coastline in the dead of winter and him, ailing lone through the seasalt in his fur and the feel of smoke in his lungs, are something he's more than happy to put greater distance away from.

By now, he's satisfied in the lack of the Seadogs, and finding little of Larksong interest bodes well too. Since sights are good here at the beach, and he's definitely not worried that Heda needs him within immediate reach constantly, he starts to fan out over the sands when he spies the white-coated female. Dio pauses in the distant, tensing slightly, to watch her and namely, how his commander receives the company. The winds do not yet play greatly in his favor, not with the seasalt so strong, and he tries to angle around them better. But overall, his goal is to stay in sight, in mind as a visage of strength to guard the Dragon leader.