Sleeping Dragon nature under constraint and vexed

Toxochelys rumbled deeply in agreement that it would be the only pass the Grotto wolves received. What had transpired with the red priest had been the equivalent of a well-fed house cat playing with a rodent who had baffled them by coming near, but the others would not be so lucky next time. Dragedakru would be vipers in the grass who would not wait to strike a second time. They had been duly warned.
 
Gavriel affirmed that they would all double their watch and suggested someone go to the Commander with the newly acquired information. That someone was to be Dio, he knew, as he followed the gaze Gavriel placed squarely on the golden Gona. Toxochelys decisively eyed the man himself and nodded. There was little left to cover, and the sooner Heda knew, the sooner the rest of the pack would be informed as well.