Sunset Valley Run by and lie to a dragon

the north spoke and garait listened to its words. he and venextos had ranged farther than the maplewood where they had entered the taiga — now they roved at a lope, felling what kills there were to be found. a glacier found its way past them — garait's curiosity was aroused but the pair did not cease their explorations.
in the cold air, the warm scent of prey drifted. chuffing to the lithe attalus, garait set off at a trot, the burn of his muscles as he climbed the thick ridges a welcome heat in a body warmed through by his thick pelt.
he cast his seafoam eyes over the herd at the same moment movement caught his eyes — a wolf to his right, their own gaze fixed on the deer below. the massive gaul ran his tongue over his lips, seeking to glean her attention while attempting not to alert the ruminants of their presence.