Dragoncrest Cliffs griptide

With the worst of the cold and snow staying in the past, he'd eased himself right into a good routine and sat there, quite comfy. His nights were warm, days kept busy, and he never went too hungry. Overall Dio went about his business undisturbed so he had no complaints. He missed Sleeping Dragon far less lately, too, but he also had Portia on his mind twice as much these days with Wildfire tangling into it subtly now and then too. It'd been much different about this same time last year when he had only just met the commander, fresh off his pitiful travels down the desolate, frozen coastline on the backend of winter.

He'd patrolled through the morning, and cached a fresh rabbit, then found himself loitering near the cliffs overlooking the sea. There had barely been time to do this selfishly, so far, but it was just as picturesque as it could be; clear skies, no clouds. A little breeze, but not too bad.

Dio paused only briefly, preferring to nose around, although there was nothing hurried about any of it.