Sleeping Dragon Music sounds better with you

His pre-dawn patrol had run its course without interruption and now, snaking slowly up beside the small waterway, he was gradually winding down just as the morning was beginning to hit stride around the Dragon. But, as per his routine, he'd reconvene with the borderlands before afternoon rose in full. For now, his slate was cleared and he had a little time to kill -- a thought punctuated by a long, drawn-out yawn. Stopping by Portia's den didn't sound bad, but he didn't want to get in her way if she were busy today. Maybe, it wouldn't hurt to just.. visit anyway -- something he sensed was bound to become habit should he allow it to.

Where his path went one way, Wildfire's went the other -- unknowingly for a while, at least. When they intersected, his ears perked and he settled his sights on the red bandrona easily. "Hey," he offered alongside a companionable tail wiggle simply to test the situation here. She didn't look particularly preoccupied as far as he could tell, but a quick sniff left him to wonder.