Sleeping Dragon burning the letters that might have redeemed you

Finally arriving in the embrace of his new pack's bosom, Hush promptly went to sleep. The journey from coast to the northern taiga was exhausting. He was a traveler, a wanderer by heart, but he had pushed himself to find the new pack as soon as possible. Hush curled up into a tiny russet ball, his nose tucked underneath his brush of a tail, hidden from the wind by a one of the ridges of this Dragon's hide.

At the sound of movement nearby - Hush raised his head, his ears cocked. Someone was nearby, a wolf, maybe? Whatever it was, Hush waited for a moment, wondering if the creature was heading his way.