Walking On Fire.

He would leave his packlands to think about the events that had just taken place no to long ago. Dione was far from happy with pregnancy, and well, he really didn't know what to do. He would shake his crown, needing to take his mind of of everything, feeling as though a stroll will fix the problems. It didn't of course, but atleast he was out and about. The silence would engulf him, there was not a single sound that would fall upon his ears, though his orange gaze would spot the illuminating figure of another. The placid babe was all alone, and it would seem she was also just as bored as he, though minus the complicated events [or so he thought]. He would halt in his tracks for a moment, letting the wind push through his oceanic curls, before finally deciding to venture over. He had nothing better to do anyway. His tongue would trace his lips, and as he neared closer he remained on guard in case she decided to lash out towards him. He would stand a respectable distance away, not to close though not to far. Hey, what brings you out here? It's very quiet, don't you think? He would not give his name yet, though he would simply watch her.