Sleeping Dragon accelerating fast i could do this in a second

There had been changes in the ranks of Sleeping Dragon in the last few days and Gavriel felt a little uneasy. The announcement had been made for Thuringwethil to take an advisor, a wolf that did not belong of Seageda blood, and to his knowledge knew nothing of their customs. Would she be prepared in the wake of Thuringwethil’s death, should it happen with war on their horizon? Would she be able to know what to do to pass that light on to Seregryn—or whichever Fos Goufa is there at the time, in the event of another—when the time comes?

He catches a scent he only recognizes in passing, though he’s uncertain it belongs to the flame keeper, but he followers it anyway until he sees an odd-patterned woman ahead of him. He knew his rank is low, regardless of the other before him, but on the off-chance she is whom he thinks her to be, he remains low with a wagging tail, chuffing softly to draw in her attention.