Lost Creek Hollow hollow stone

Lagon's own first round of patrol had been smooth sailing. The borders were deserted from loners seeking sanctuary within their ranks. This was particularly consoling to the dragon whom felt like he had failed with the last potential joiner despite that, in the end, her dismissal had been her own doing. Looking in an alpha's eyes was not anything Lagon had ever heard of anyone doing unless they were challenging their authority or for their rank. Perhaps she had meant it to show her sincerity, as Lagon found that eyes were quite expressive yet at the same time it wasn't something that they had a species did to mean anything other than a challenge when it came to higher ranked wolves in their hierarchy. It was simply how packs and the ranks worked. Perhaps, though, she had learned from her lesson and perhaps she had found a home somewhere else. It wasn't much of a concern to Lagon other than he kept going back to it if only because Mordecai hadn't seemed all that impressed with what Lagon had offered him as information. Perhaps Lagon had simply misinterpreted it the wrong way but it'd filled him with a creeping sort of doubt that he couldn't quite manage to shake.

Maybe he was better suited for something else. Given his conversation with Ilya would it be such a far stretch to become an adviser of some sort? A peacekeeper? Or maybe a counselor. The idea seemed a bit ridiculous to Lagon if only because he was so young. In Naga Veil Forest only the older wolves ...like Sveinx had the experience for those sort of trades and counselor was a trade that the dragon's aging father had excelled at. And...so maybe he'd made a mistake. Was he a quitter? No. He was bound to slip up — it had happened all the time in his natal pack. He was young and still learning in a lot of ways. Sheepishly, the dragon realized that he needed to take a piece of his own advice and learn from his mistakes and work to make his skills better. He'd put a lot of work into trying to earn the mercenary trade and to give up now would only, surely, make him look flighty. 

He'd taken a pause from his patrol to leave a scraggly rabbit he'd found and managed to take down for Root at the mouth of the den they shared. He felt a little silly for it because surely she was capable of hunting for herself and it was kind of something that a mate did (or at least Ronin and Sveinx both had left food for Seoul). The truth was he liked Root and he wanted to be a good den-mate and sharing a den with her brought to life the nurturer within him. He habitually wanted to take care of her even though she was plenty capable on her own and they were nothing but more than den-mates. He'd returned to his patrol shortly after that though, catching the scent trail of Mordecai and subconsciously found himself following it until the alpha male's form came into view ahead of him. Lagon let out a low chuff of greeting to Mordecai as he drew nearer, adjusting his posture so that it was submissive.