Dragoncrest Cliffs Isaiah 43:18

In eyeing her carefully, he saw her give a start and his ears swung forward to attention for he did not know what would follow such a spook. But, her expression didn't speak of negativity, so Dio's tail swayed a few more times, swung heavy with the closest thing to apologetic he could find in him. Sneaking on her had not his intent—and neither had he stopped to consider her possibly being startled by a strange male striding up on her like this, truthfully, especially since she was so freshly anointed into the commander's rankings.

Still, her introduction came and her words so far seemed to swing for the better. "That's good," he chuffed, referencing to her was finding normalcy again. She would soon learn what normal would be like around here, he believed, and he hoped she was promising enough to continue to thrive among their mettle. "I'm Dio, Wocha of Drageda," he provided, which could warrant explanation of its own, but his stance was appropriately prideful, yet relaxed for now. Having her mention her pups, and knowing how new she had to be to everything Drageda, the guardian knew there were many ways this could go. "Were you own your own for long?" Asherah's actions and words alike seemed to imply it. She was lucky to have found Heda's good graces, he thought, and would find out why that was soon enough if he was attentive. "And alone with young ones could not have been easy. How old are they?" he asked, edging towards a conversational tone, despite the info-seeking nature of the questions.