Dragoncrest Cliffs Chasing the arrow

His posture stiffened and every stride had Dio steeling himself for the worst that could possibly await. He knew this could escalate very easily into something very dramatic, and honestly he wanted it to keep it quick if it had to all while knowing how shameless he'd seem once he joined the fray of it all -- Portia's heady scent on his tousled furs and looking to involve himself in Wildfire's as well, as agreed. All of it was tip-toeing on a very delicate line here, and he hoped they could get through it.

Dio's lips peeled back in a silent warning aimed at Hush to make himself scarce, and quickly, likely for his own sake to simplify this. He arrived striding up beside Wildfire opposite Heda. Almost, he'd gone to her side to let the commander be between him and Wildfire, but a sort of hope in trusting her enough to trust him let him do otherwise. That didn't mean he let his guard down about it all yet though, and his perked-up tail lashed slowly.

He made for an anxiously looming sort of sentinel here as the bandrona plead her case, catching the subtle point Wildfire slid her own mate about his. He'd not be denying any of it. While not exactly the perfect timing or the precise plans of his own, Portia would possibly (probably) have his litter soon, so... there was always that. He kept very quiet and measured his breaths, careful about everything here but very, very keen to see it move forward.