Sleeping Dragon here be dragons

The ground here was warm beneath Lane’s paws. It was a palpable change after wading for hours through the ankle-deep snow slush in the valley.  Now that her feet were thawing out, Lane couldn’t keep ignore the fact that they were sore. With a loud huff, the young wolf flopped down onto the ground. Here was as good a spot to rest as any, and the heat against her tired muscles felt nice.

The sudden sound and movement drew the uneasy attention of a nearby herd of deer. The small herd surveyed Lane warily for a few moments before moving further away. The deer were alert, but not afraid. Lane didn’t blame them. She imagined the sight of a half-grown, underweight, wolf yearling limping around wasn't all that intimidating.

Lane huffed again. She turned away from the herd and rested her head between her paws, pretending that she wasn’t interested in the slightest.