Sleeping Dragon Stormcloud

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Thankfully he had not seen much for the Brute who had caused all of this, Goliath, since his capture. Instead most of the wolves visiting or guarding him had little to say to him but were neutral enough. Cirrus caught the sound of an approaching wolf with the furled ear that wasn’t pressed against the floor. Cirrus made no movement to lift himself – no one could say that it wasn’t submissive to lay with his belly exposed.
 
The stranger that entered the cave was an odd-looking one. Cirrus felt his interest piqued, especially when the creature nudge a piece of food (somewhat past its best-buy date) towards him and chuffed. Hush then flopped down nearby, and kept a wary eye on the horizon, and Storm himself. Lifting himself up from his melancholy, Storm reached across and grabbed the leg and brought it to rest between his own long skinny appendages.
 
Carefully, he tore some flesh and chewed it, letting silence reign for a couple of moments. Then the prisoner spoke, watching Hush closely. “Was your Grand-daddy a dog too, then?” Storm enquired casually, making it obvious (as if his fur, nose and ears hadn’t already) that he was of mixed heritage. Perhaps they could have something in common.