Dragoncrest Cliffs you do more thinking and I'll go out and make it alright [j]

The pale-furred wocha was not far from the howl's origins. As it would seem, his round had steered him well wide around their boundaries near there. A faint whiff of coyote had been worth a second look, after all, but for the time being it checked out as clear—to be revisited, reinforced more, and watched further. For now, he was more apt to go investigate who came calling on their fringes today, especially with concerns high, and patrolling wolves already spread thinner than he cared for. So, to him, Dio would make good time.

As his pathway neared the stately male, his own tail arced upwards and he circled in closer. So many times, he kept his expectations of callers relatively low, but this one had sensibilities enough to call for them. Plus, sight, and smell, of him at least piqued his curiosities well enough to want to hear more, instead of chasing him right off. There was a slight chance he may know of Wildfire and Arlo, too, so Dio bore it, and kept his mind open—in the event it may be good news, however slim a chance that could be. "Why have you come?" he asked when he had drawn near enough to stop his paws, then leveled the stranger with a mismatched, expectant stare.