Dragoncrest Cliffs if only the sea could sleep

Fresh off a southern lap of their boundaries, the commander's call warrants an answer before he can get involved in his next round. He goes trotting that way, still on all sorts of edge after what had happened to Portia and Dalia. Granted, they are on the mend physically at least and their vigilance is high alongside all the other raising tensions--which he suspected may be soon to be addressed again as it continues to be a matter at all. It has been something they have kept in mind, and because of that, he has known it best to keep their warriors fresh and poised for the event that it changes in an instant, as well as their scouts well guarded too. Just in case, he wants them prepared, and with the constant element of their own protection interwoven into it all.

He slows up when he reached sight of the lake, then finds Thuringwethil near with a handful of others already gathered. His neck falls and he defers smoothly, watching the others move to greet their commander, leaving him to fall in among them. He swept in close enough to chuff lowly as he licked the underside of her chin, then dipped his muzzle before he nodded to the others able to catch it. Quietly, he took up watch at Heda's least-occupied side and was surprised by how many had come already considering the vague nature of her summons so far. But, it was an encouraging sign already. He was patient, but definitely ready to find out more about the here and now.