Sleeping Dragon Stormcloud

Hello!

They had a captive. The thought of his Queens harboring a criminal among their midst did not surprise the silent wolf; they were warriors after all, and this was what civilized warriors did - take prisoners. He was tasked (or rather, he tasked himself) with guarding the prisoner, seeing as he had not much else to do for the moment. Taking the oldest piece of meat from the nearest cache - the leg of some long dead ungulate, Hush loped over to where the captive - Storm he was called, though Hush could never call him that - was being held.

He was a strange beast, a hybrid just like him, though his dog side was shown prominently in his (previously) silken coat. Hush paid it no mind, dropping the leg in front of the captive and nosing it towards him. He chuffed softly, then took his place in front of the creature, laying so his side was facing Storm, half watching him, half watching the area around them.