Sleeping Dragon you hold out for more

Dawn creeps slowly over his shoulders as he's immersed in his round of the borderland. Without the company of others, and their respective ranks included, he's shameless in hitching a leg up high to mark his targets. He's managed to cover a good span of ground already through the night, as evidenced by the trail of fresh scent in his wake. Thuringwethil had asked that the borders be addressed even before they had embarked on their mission, so he continued to uphold it because it seemed as if a good a place as any for him. It's becoming a routine of his, almost, and does seem as if he has adjusted decently enough into the fray of Sleeping Dragon.

He spares the lightening skies a lingering look as he musters the last of his bladder's contents for a concluding marker. Then, while contemplating if he is more hungry for interaction than food, he ambles slowly up the Dragon's elevation to  see what he could find along the way (unless something found him first).