Dragoncrest Cliffs The skills we all should know

He cut a path towards the lake to slake a needy thirst. Although the rounds were freshly attended by him personally, recently, any time not upon their fringes had him on edge. With their commander down and out for the time being, and Wildfire with Arlo in tow still wandering who-knows-where in the wilds, he was feeling the effects of their absences quite poignantly. But, Eske's ascension was a welcome enough relief, one meant to ease the absence of Heda.. although it was not yet enough to soothe it away entirely for the golden Drakru. Patrols were never-ending, and he was painfully dutiful in keeping the safety of the cliffs locked in. Rest, and time spent loitering to himself or merrily with his family, were not something he could afford these days.

When he pulled up to the lake's edge, he dunked his muzzle for a long, much-needed drink. In doing so, a few slurps in, he noticed the other wolf a short ways down the shoreline. On his back, and of dark coat, he could not yet make out the greatest of details about him--none more than what his nose told him, being that he was not a complete stranger to Drageda. Dio lifted his head, sending droplets flying with the motion, and peered his way questioningly as he licked excess lakewater his lips.