Dragoncrest Cliffs every demon wants his pound of flesh,

*peeks* he might not hang out long bc he's got a lot to sort through rn too but..

In tumultuous times as ever, he had come to carve out his new routine—here in the aftermath, with so many pieces missing from the picture he had come to know. So far, progress was had as ever because if nothing else, he was great at perseverance in many of its forms, but he was uneasy deep down. Neighbors encroaching was one thing, prisoners another. Even having his young offspring among their warriors, front and center, he had even coped with that when they carried home their wounds for them to tend because at least they were not natrona, not like all the others.

It was all to be expected, but the death of his mate at practically the very same time of it all had him struggling to find his balance again. Even when physical injuries knit themselves together, scabs began to slough.. he still did not feel right. Too much, too fast, he wondered. He worried he wasn't going to be enough, that Dacio and Opalia would suffer, somehow, and that the heartbreak could span never-ending.. lonesome and cold.

And so, the restless nights were long and tonight it had him pressing for the cliffs. Since the beach, and since laying her to rest.. he had kept his distance from here, and even below. Maybe he could tie his loose ends, or maybe only make it worse, but went on anyway thinking he had little to lose in any attempts, or short stops by.

The wocha simply prowled along delicately enough, but it was because he came in no hurry. These were well-worn routes in his head, and well en-trenched in Drageda scent, nothing spurred him along quicker, yet. Even his route came largely unspecific, until in the dim glow of the eve, her pale coat drew his eyes. However he did not see any of what had came before; none of her outrage, or otherwise. To him, as he strode closer with ears towards her, here she was curiously splayed, where much of her entire presence was a large unknown to him even before—beside her name, and that she was relatively new, but accepted into their fold by Heda nevertheless. Her exact place here yet a mystery to him for now. He had been caught up in much of his own despair, he reasoned, but worry was swift beginning to extend to her too when he doesn't know what else to feel. A lot had happened, a lot still was happening. Had she suffered?

Though the sound could have very well been lost to the winds and waves alike, the guardian said only a low chuff to announce himself for now. Maybe she was busy, and maybe he should simply move on.