Sleeping Dragon pulse

Since his establishment as their wocha, it had been duty first and foremost. While not very unlike his normal around here and thus why the transition to it was made smoothly, he'd dialed it up extra to reaffirm the statement -- that he's a force to behold, and that their defense isn't going to be questioned under his watch. Not that this is any different than before, though, but it does occupy a lot of his time.

But not right now, and he lets his footfalls traverse a path that soon takes a clear enough heading. He closes in, not without a quick glance around. Now that he knows he's closing on her doorstep, plain and simple, he hopes she won't mind his unannounced visit -- and one without a very good reason behind it, other than it just is. 

He strolls quietly into sight of her humble home, looking quite at ease with a relaxed walk and easy, happy wiggle to his tail.

Somewhat he notices her meal, but it doesn't really change his approach any as he comes to her, aiming to go close enough to nibble her cheek in lieu of real greeting. But the gesture speaks all the same, and he draws back still wearing his contented expression. He'd missed her, although time apart was not that lengthy, it suddenly felt more so now in contrast.