Sleeping Dragon After the Bombs

Shifting back and forth, Eli positioned himself comfortably on his stomach in the cold snow. Aching limbs splayed forward toward the setting sun as he allowed himself a much needed reprieve from his sprawling patrol. While his body thanked him, he knew couldn't stay long; the job had yet to be finished. In this new place, he was a man with something to prove.  Proving his undying loyalty to Thuringwethill by offering his life had only been the first step, now he needed to back up his word with action.

After taking in the natural beauty of the sunset for a moment,  Eli stirred to rouse himself and finish his patrol, but before he was able to lift himself from the snow-swept ground, he was joined by a familiar face.  She had been the one alongside Thuringwethill. At the time, they exchanged no words, but now— the woman spoke solely to him.  The common tongue eluded Eli, even though warriors had been taught from an early age, his grasp on the common language had always been primitive.

Turning his face to the other wolf, Eli dipped his head and stared at the ground in deference before repeating her name with a muttered, "Lucani."