Dragoncrest Cliffs here for a good time, not for a long time

Her attempt at a howl had been good enough to bring the pale-furred wocha to her quickly. His patrol had been carrying him nearby, roughly pointed this direction even but hearing her did allow him to cut to the chase--and he was eager to do that when quality coming upon their borderlands was less than stellar these days. He made it policy not to humor the nosy anyway and new joiners were appearing a bit rare--and even more elusive were those worthwhile enough to stick around and grow into an effective role as Drageda.

When Dio could see the female dressed in white, he closed in with long strides. His tail had risen up tall, since the commander was not within sight, and the rest of his stance shifted towards confidence aired in authority. Any wolf with a working nose should put it together that his scent was heavy along these boundaries. He kept defense high whenever he was able and as such, he was invested in keeping everything secured. While she had not yet outed herself as any shade of a threat to that very security, his patience was short and expectations at an impressive height as he moved closer to her.

His eyes were on her and he showed the tips of his teeth without hesitation. Once near enough to her, he began to circle loosely around her at a walk, eyeballing from all angles to see how he was going to be received--good, bad, or otherwise. "Why have you come here?" he asked outright. She had called, so he expected answers.