While here, Sangilak would make good on what she had told Thuringwethil. She would pull her weight up until the moment refuge was needed no more. When night came, Sangilak lurked near the borders, careful to mind them for the hazards they presented. She monitored the obstacles as she went, but in the meantime she moved as though she were a wolf of Drageda. She did not mark the territory, but she patrolled it, as menacing as the geysers that spew intermittently. Sangilak would explore those explosive things another time, but for now she was content to lurk in the darkness, her eyes gleaming a green-yellow in the light of the moon as she prowled, her tread self-assured and confident.

Indeed she had not heard him past the geysers hiss. It was loud, but only when they burst would they truly accost her eardrums. It seemed they were settled, for now, but she was watchful of them. She had experienced geysers before and could anticipate the sound they made. So concentrated was she that she did not hear the initial noise Hush had made; only when he sounded off again did Sangilak look over her shoulder and note him coming toward her. Sangilak altered her own path, turning on her heel and padding confidently over toward him. Her ears were perked and her plume was half-mast and rigid behind her as she moved to meet him halfway.

The stature this one had was like nothing she had ever seen. He was the strangest cocktail, and yet Sangilak perceived him as wholly wolf. If she had known any differently he would meet an entirely different beast; Sangilak fought, violently, what she did not understand when it came into her path. That there were other breeds and species of wolf was not something known to Sangilak; wolf was wolf, and the man approaching was certainly wolf to her own eyes. He was certainly smaller than her, who overwhelmed most any wolf regardless with her large, bearish frame. Sangilak might have wondered his own longevity here were the scent of the Dragons not so thick upon him; were times so hard here? She observed ribs. Yet the oddest thing of all was that despite the strangeness of his conformation, she noted a musculature to him that foretold he was not weak, per se.

Arriving before him she swung 'round and chuffed lowly in greeting, not waiting a beat to draw alongside him to gather the scents upon him if he permitted it. Sangilak introduced herself to all in this way, and thought it a very common thing.

With his presence on the boundaries attentive and steady, he's noticed the new scents and then grown curious in their wake. Guests, yes, but to what reason precisely? He sensed a greater plan a play here, or perhaps some scheme spanning to times and worlds unknown to him -- all of which he was evidently not privy to as a peon of the Dragon. It is still not something he feels particularly inspired to accept wholeheartedly with just his nose telling him that strangers wandered among them so casually. Not yet.

So, he tracks beneath the moonlight until his search yields him that and just a bit more. Dio recognizes the mixbreed and does not approach with the same fervor he does. Instead, he prefers to watch them play out first. He hangs back and watches the shadow adjust her course to acknowledge Hush, and since Dio's own arrival is not marked with any speed, he looms upon them in silence. He turns his ears their way and finds his tail arcing subtly at the sight of the half-lift to her own tail, over what he has come to know as his own turf no less. Dio says nothing, then glances between them to see how Hush, a wolf he knew was devoted to their defenses as well, may be handling this.

Her investigation was brief and told as she wished to know. Sangilak herself relaxes, and the sound of another's approach causes her to turn and stare in the direction of another male. She notes his posture, and does not challenge it; she had learned since Warbone that she needed rest, and fighting while exhausted would truly get her nowhere. Sangilak goes so far as to avert her eyes; she is queen of nothing on this hunk of rock, and would not pretend to be either. Her self-confidence could not be swept away entirely, and she carried herself to a degree that would prompt only the understanding that she was not a woman to trifle with. Sangilak was not a wolf who ever felt the need to stir the pot, and the savage woman was merciless toward those who tried to do so with her. 

When Hush side-stepped away, she went to approach the bulkier of the two males. Her ears flicked atop her head tentatively, and she pulled up short just before him to see if he would draw away from her or else reveal to her he was comfortable enough with her nearness to permit her the same greeting as she had shared with the smaller male. Her tail swept loosely in an amicable wave behind her, and her eyes shifted harmlessly toward the right, her body language speaking for her: no threat, not stressed. 

His mute communication was met with an invitational look back to the wolf, that she did not know was a mixbreed, and the borderline. He had interrupted nothing, as far as she was concerned; the more involved in their watch, the better. And so Sangilak turns away from Dio, having gathered his scents and knowing him better for it. His attitude was one Sangilak was appreciative of, and wise. She was understanding of those watchful eyes. He had reacted better than she herself would have: with unwelcoming teeth. It was fortunate Sangilak's intentions were not ill, but no one but she herself knew that for certain. Their trust in their leader was implicit. Admirable, too, if not somewhat foolish.

But Sangilak was integrating herself into the community. She was not useless; she would patrol with them, hunt with them, and take down any that rose against them for so long as she lingered. Sangilak would not be dead weight, and she had not been implicitly asked to join Thuringwethil, yet... simply invited to be a guest.

Sangilak approached Hush, her tail waving as she chuffed lowly, her muzzle gesturing to the road ahead and head cocking, a comical sight for one so large as she, that asked wordlessly: join me? on the patrol she had sought to complete in the first place.

As a not-even pack member, Sangilak was not at all bothered by Hush's display. Though how would the other man feel? Her gaze panned to him. Sangilak was only mildly unsettled, but picked the leader she would follow the day by waiting for his reaction. She wondered who among the two did wield the higher rank, though she heard the intonation in the others guttural noise. Her head tilted as she looked to him. If unchallenged by Dio, Sangilak truly did not mind in following the others direction this day. She was the newest one on this smoking mountain, and was, for now, easygoing as their guest. This was among them.