celtic lore

Hope you don't mind me and Lagon! :-)

Lagon had never been this far north in the Teekon Wild's before ...though in all fairness since his arrival he had not actually left the general vicinity of Lost Creek Hollow. He hadn't had much of a need too simply because he hadn't intended to pursue the Hunter or Scout trades which would require him to venture out of the claimed lands, though the warrior specialty of the mercenary trade might require him to have knowledge of the lands of the Wilds. Part of the duty would be to escort wolves of the Hollow when necessary and blindly meandering around the Wilds in the case of getting lost did not sound like anything that Lagon wished to partake in. He assumed that he would be escorting outriders but he didn't think there was any harm in getting a basic knowledge of the Wilds just in case. He figured that making the effort to go beyond the basic call of duty might not be a bad thing and he was nothing if not  an overachiever.

His wandering had brought him to the heart of a forest whose towering sequoias were something to marvel at; and marvel the dragon did. It was strangely warm in this forest, warmer than the rest of the Wilds, which had been bitterly cold ever since his arrival. He could faintly hear the sea in the distance though he had not sought the edge of the forest, favoring the heart where the warm and woodsy aromas of prey animals was the strongest. He had eaten a few hours prior and was not gripped by any sort of hunger rumblings and his desire was born of his curiosity. These strange forest was intriguing to him and he was content to linger long enough to explore and unravel it's presented enigmas.

The dragon had not expected to come across any one else within the territory for he'd ascertained that it was not claimed before he'd crossed into it, and was thus struck with a shock of surprise when he shrugged past a particularly thick collection of brush and spotted a tawny girl whose attention appeared to be focused elsewhere. For a moment, the dragon froze, crouching low, using the shadows to his advantage as camouflage, eyes of mahogany red watching her with unbidden curiosity for a few moments before, boldly, he let out a low chuff of greeting and to alert her to his presence (if she had not already detected it) and allowed his svelte body to take form outside of the shadows.