Dragoncrest Cliffs Zircon

After days of stormy weather, clear, warm summertime weather was back in full swing. It was balmy and hot at its worst, but after being so cooped up for so long while the coastline was tormented, he was just glad to be beyond that finally. Which, of course, it had taken a while for him to feel their boundaries were entirely refreshed after that had nearly washed away every thing scent-related out there, even an occasional cache or two included, but on the relative whole, they had weathered it well and now were well on the upswing.

The pale Wocha intended to carry this momentum further, so kept his patrols frequent and hunts often. His route was beginning for veer for their eastern borderlands for a round after his favorite hunting trails yielded him nothing, and somewhere between these two was when Portia came upon him. He slowed up immediately, ears perking her way since he was a little surprised to have her find him, not that he would be one to complain about it, though. "Oh hey," he quipped fondly, and arced to face her better, thus noticing how absent from her side either of the pups were right now -- or so it appeared.

<3 <3 no same i understand, i have not been writing much with dio lately either but !__!