Sleeping Dragon After the Bombs

Lucani, a wolf ever-fascinated by the stories of others, had been intrigued by the encounter she'd witnessed between Thuringwethill and Eli, and decided to seek him out as the soonest possible opportunity. But "soonest" did not mean immediately, of course. First and foremost she had her duties as a herbalist, scouting the base of the mountain for plants, making note of them, and founding a cache.

Then she continued to help mark the territory, which was proving particular easy today, for the coldness of the ground made every blunt claw-scratch look like lavish scar. But when she caught Eli's scent on the breeze, she couldn't resist – she elegantly approached, long form politely neutral but also automatically dominant. For Thuringwethill had kicked Eli to a lowly position, and there was no doubt in Lucani's mind that she ranked higher.

She saw him through the dark. He was of an age with Lucani, but skinnier – which was saying something, as she was only recently recovering from life as a lone wolf herself. But Eli was also more muscular than her, and she was confident that, once he'd established himself as a worthy packmate, he'd cut a fine figure. Good evening, Eli, she began. My name's Lucani.