Sleeping Dragon minging its own nature with it

Her cheerful reply makes it hard not to plaster a smile to his face and his tail a continuous wag behind him. Wolves were often very serious, little room from play, back home in Seageda and even though Sleeping Dragon feels a lot more lax, he’s okay with it. They all know their part, at least, and they work will together, even with a few kinks they will eventually iron out. For now, he’s happy to work with another to aid their bonding.

“Of course,” he says when she offers to search for the leaves. “It’s actually my job to escort wolves outside the territory. Lead the way.” He’d escorted Wildfire, twice, through the Teekon Wilds and had taken Seregryn back to Trigeda, and while this is likely to be a short mission, it is still his job to complete it and he’s able to knock out two birds with one stone.