Sleeping Dragon there is only one god and his name is death

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Although her eyes were ordinary and uninteresting, they shone with all the fireflies of the night's sky as she looked up at it and tried to identify a constellation. A wise healer with integrity and patience, Lucani had many skills — but navigation was not one of them. She'd gotten a bit lost recently, and had to work on that. And so she planned to. First by self-training and later, if it came to it, by asking another to teach her. But that time was not now, for she'd just spotted the strong and shadowy form of Thuringwethil on the ridge up ahead. The Heda was shaded in the night, but she was so familiar to the healer now that she could spot her in any condition and still know it to be her.

But then, upwind, an unfamiliar scent. Too unfamiliar in fact. There was no hint of Thuringwethil or Gyda upon that fragrance, meaning the stranger had not encountered either Alpha recently. Utterly distracted, Lucani stood up tall and alert, muzzle pointing straight in that direction and a growl already growing in her chest, though she was unaware of it. She was seconds from heading fiercely for the as-of-yet unseen stranger, but those few seconds meant that she did not move instinctively. On the contrary, her instinct was to wait for the command from her warrior Queen.