Lost Creek Hollow The Warmth That Thaws a Soul

*snags this* Oh hai! :D

Lagon, in pursuit of the guardian specialty of the Mercenary trade had taken to running regular patrols of the borders, figuring that it would be easier for him to work towards achieving the mercenary trade first before going for the caregiver because what he wanted to specialize in (sitter) was sort of hard to prove his skills for considering the Hollow had no young children that were in need of watching or teaching. Snow, as inevitable as it was in the winter season, had begun to fall once more layering the ground with the cold powder, crunching under his weight as Takehiko made his usual rounds, pausing every so many feet to sniff at the markings to determine their age and occasionally lift his leg to refresh where he felt that the scents had begun to fade a little too much for his personal liking. 

The dragon had been close when the yips had went up into the frigid air, steps ceasing and smoky black hackles bristling as his mind immediately went to coyote. Any coyote he'd came across hadn't belonged to a pack, or if they had it was small consisting of either nuclear family or entirely unrelated individuals (not unlike most wolf packs); but he'd never known coyotes if they were apart of a pack to have one as large as wolves. Even so he was weary of them by nature. There had been a small group of them that had attacked Naga Veil Forest once when he and his siblings had been very small and while the coyotes had been eradicated the distrust towards them had been drilled into his mind by Sveinx. Part of Lagon rebelled against the idea, for surely not all of them were thieves and trouble.

A howl followed shortly after, in the same voice that had vocalized the yips as Lagon closed the distance between himself and the stranger, causing the dragon some deal of confusion. As he approached, body posture dominate (for the moment he was the highest ranked wolf here and he had no issue displaying that), his mahogany red gaze swept over the other male who appeared to be wolf for the most part, though his scent was different. Wolf but not a little bit coyote as well. While he'd assumed that there had been two: one wolf, one coyote Lagon realized his mistake quickly. The coywolf had lain down appearing dejected, and whether it was intentional or not had exposed his slightly emancipated ribs. 

He was probably hungry, Lagon realized, and while he was a jovial beast by nature but he knew that his cheery disposition had no place upon the borders, especially not while in the presence of strangers. The dragon's penchant for generosity might have inspired him to offer a meal, at least, he withheld any offer (for the moment). This dejected looking coywolf was here for a purpose as his howl had dictated and it was his job as a guardian (or would be guardian at any rate) to determine what. “You rang?” Lagon inquired simply, detached but formal nevertheless.