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He set out early in the morning to refresh scents and milled along their fringes accordingly to exercise the full extent of his bladder in the meantime. Portia's due date had to be approaching swiftly, she was looking fit to burst; for her sake, he hoped it was sooner rather than later. With this on his mind, it had anticipation growing fast. Duty as Drageda's Wocha had to ensure their claim's security as a whole as always, but a want to guard the potential birth as closely as he could made him wary to range out too far — all while the days continually ticked by and he knew that due date just had to be coming dangerously closer. Wildfire would probably give birth not long after Portia too, so there was all of that to consider at length as well. There was about to be a lot at stake here beside the sea.

Dio was tense with his brisk steps today and looking to get a lot done while he was out. He often worked alone, but skimmed more so for scents of other guardians today to report in and see how matters fared among them too.