Bearclaw Valley what would i do

He had returned with as much fanfare as when he'd left - soundlessly, without a deviation to his path as he rounded the boulder at the valley's entrance. He paused once to sniff at the border marks and then to cock his leg high to urinate, scratch the ground, and move on. As if he had never ventured to his old stomping grounds. The next few hours were spent patrolling along the natural corridor, then he ducked towards the trees in the territory heart.

While there, a voice called out to him. He stopped and looked around in the manner of a lethargic dragon. The afternoon sun warmed his back, and as he caught sight of Evien coming upon him, he shook out his dense scruff to loosen his shoulder muscles, feeling a brief relief as air softly drew through his coat.

He expected - well, maybe some more commentary. A question. There was an intent expression on Evien's face. Revui's brows raised slightly, and his eyes shifted to and fro as if he were looking for someone else with his name; but nope, it was just him. So... What?