Sleeping Dragon i was as pure as a river but now i think i'm possessed

The woman feels a little better when the wolf dips and lowers his tail, introducing himself a beat later. She scans his face and the rest of his wet, sopping fur. Perhaps the water from the geyser clogged his nose but she shakes the thought away. “This mountain is my home,” she informs without giving him her name. “Our borders are marked.”

The geyser is damp before it leads to her home, making this section a little harder to keep secure without a presence. She’d find Eli later to spend more time on this front. If Smoke is any indication, there’d be more to come from this side. Weakness in her boundaries can’t be tolerated. 

“This is Sleeping Dragon.”