Sleeping Dragon Weave a secret

Dio does not know the full extent of this cub's experience, but, if he can mind himself, the gona can handle a shadow. At best, the experience is good. It'll burn his energy, put it to decent enough use, and maybe inspire him to seek out even more. Dio has no reason to worry about the borders themselves.. they're well-maintained, and in the event of something appearing off, he'd ensure Hvitserk's safety first and foremost. Last thing he wanted was to lead the sterling viking's son to harm.

Which.. that type of thought lead him towards a new way to think about this entirely too much: possibly more importantly, neither does he know the range of his.. freedoms. Dio does not fancy himself a master at rearing the young sorts, but he's picked up enough experience to amount to something. He intends to draw from that if necessary.. although, it does occur to him that these Dragon offspring may be nothing like those brought up in the Rise.

It all boils down to keeping an eye on him and returning him to here in one piece. He swings his muzzle forward in a silent gesture of this way. In the next beat, he's striding off towards a heading of his choice -- south of here, generally. Hvitserk seemed to fall into step readily, albeit without a word. Dio lets that be for a while, but in covering some distance, he seeks some baseline after a glance over his shoulder. "Have you been near  the borders much?" he asked. He's eyes-ahead again just after with all his senses keened. He knows the nights well.