Sleeping Dragon firesuite

Sangilak snorted at his initial statement, and her tongue rolled over her keen nose as he finished his case. She gestured to what he had sampled and commanded him as her mother would to her brothers when their curiosity could prove to be fatal, Kamanak, and her eyes went back to him. As ever, her voice remained at such a volume for him alone to hear; none would know what transpired between them in their tongue, or her worries. We are not ippigijaittuq; to let curiosity be the reason for your end would be a waste. Sangilak knew it to be a weakness of his. Sodium was never something she avoided; often, salty meat was sweet meat, and so the scent of it was not unappealing to her. Her plume lashed at her hocks as her tactical mind churned. But her eye caught another of these things nearby... and another. No trap; simply a landmark. Sangilak shook her head and grunted to him, there are better ways. She said no more on the matter; she turned, now, and moved again toward the borders. It was time to hunt.