Sleeping Dragon death by numbers

The call diverts every ounce of his focus and sends him that way, effectively dropping whatever else he'd been preoccupied with. That all could wait. The tone Wildfire put into it, as well as who it requested, did unsettle him somewhat already. He knew better than to take him time answering to something like that, so a ground-devouring lope got him there.

Wildfire and Thuringwethil were already ahead of him, and he keyed into Freyja's scent near as well. He then slowed up for the tail end of his approach, ears swung forward and sights searching for their answers. Wildfire's frustration was palpable and with him not knowing her to get riled like this over something that didn't warrant it, he felt his anticipation (and suspicion) mount quickly. What had caused this? And did the threat still loom.

He came up next the leaders at the very tail end of the explanation. Dunked her? In the end, it seemed it boiled down to one wolf: Goliath. One of their own, or so he had thought. His gold furs gave their rise, now, and he barely swallowed back his own low rumble to hear more.

weird quick post too but !!