Sleeping Dragon look to your kingdoms, i am coming for them all

The summons has his course redirected the moment he processed it, and he has to wonder already what may be in store. He long since understood that the Dragon is a place of intrigue with its share of constant flux. Yet in its often shifting nature, he also understands the strength brought forth because of it, and in this great mix of things, the guardian has to wonder how their histories may be influenced now.

All he knows is that the slopes have grown and shifted significantly even beneath his watch -- not just meaning the wolves themselves. It may be no creation of his, nor is he even truly born of the culture, but he has grown fond of it nonetheless. It is his home, after all.

So he made his way towards the call's proximity over the paths well-worn by his patrol, and came upon the gathering not long after. A handful were already assembled, each of which he passed a glance over on his arrival before he dipped his muzzle briefly to acknowledge Heda. With that done, he settled among the group to wait.