Dragoncrest Cliffs they're singing along with the banjo

He valued whatever pieces of information they could get. A start. Something.

Do not attack, and he does not argue with that either. It could be a very circumstantial encounter, but he knows he isn't moving out to seek the old male out. If so, he would gauge it as he went--with who, where, so on and so forth. Drageda has far too much to be protective about to go rushing into anything too headlong, he believes. But, he isn't in the business of dragging out their nuisances either, and wants them to find the right opportunity to keep this to a minimum--somehow.

Time would tell, he knew.

He dipped his head in thanks, and swayed his tail in gratitude. "Thank you," he replied, and knew Portia would not turn down a visit--and a chance to chat with the commander. She had been in good spirits and he was happy that moving forward, all was going well so far. "And let me know if Wildfire needs anything, too," he offered, though would be on high alert on her behalf in the coming days. As for now, he cast a glance back towards their boundaries and the patrols that would await, wondering where else Heda would go from here with him.