Dragoncrest Cliffs griptide

The older male picks up on his presence easy enough and when his tail zips upward, his lowers and brushes his haunches. His head is kept low once he’s addressed but with a swish of his tail, his thankful to be received well enough. Just as he scrutinizes those within Drageda, he’s certain those in high power do the same in return. He’s always felt a watchful on him and whether or not he’d behave within the presence of Heda.
 
“Yeah,” he tells Dio. “A little restless from the weather.” He’d been cooped up so long in the cavern with the others for fear of losing on his limbs that he’s sure to have fallen a little out of practice, or lost muscle in place of fat in the time, but with spring around the corner he’s hopeful to regain his proper shape and form.