Sleeping Dragon This coffee isn't enough

Hush was on one of Sleeping Dragon's many cliffs, staring down into the valley below him as the sun set, blazing the ice and snow in a blinding show of lights. He was resting, his body stretched lazily, paws hanging off the edge. He chuffed, watching his breath in the air before it melted away into the atmosphere. He didn't know what to do with himself. While he was eager to join Sleeping Dragon, he felt restless now, yet he felt incapable to do anything. He was a jack of all trades, he couldn't simply stick to two! Now, he didn't have to, but he felt as if he was compelled to for some strange reason. It would make his pack much more well rounded and capable if he, as well as the others, were talented in two fields. That was his reasoning, he had no idea if the others thought this way. Of course, he wouldn't know, since he hadn't talked to - can't talk to, any of them. Hush sighed once more, raising himself to his feet, stretched and throwing open his maw in a yawn. He could at least go for a walk.