Sleeping Dragon This coffee isn't enough

Hush's mantle ruffled sufficiently, the silent male prepared himself to hop off the ledge and begin his descent. But a startled voice from below him broke him away and he turned towards the young Queen, Gyda, below. A smile began to grace his features as he realized that he had frightened his Warrior Queen, and a soft choking laugh ensued. He wondered what about him made him so spooky, but the question would go unasked.

The russet coywolfdog dropped from the rocky outcrop to his Queen below (thankfully cushioned by a layer of snow). He shook his pelt, careful not to spray her with the white precipitation, then dropped into a submissive stance, sneaking forward to lick her chin vigorously in greeting.