Sleeping Dragon in a coat of gold or a coat of red, a lion still has claws

This is awkward but I just wanted to get it up to keep things moving. PPing Seregrýn as needed. I'll let @Gyda reply first bringing Thurin until I reply... with myself, lmao.

It was not immediate Gavriel was taken to his Heda, given the time of night, but the three of them rested on the borders until morning. The weather had been clear, free of wind and not too much of a chill biting through their fur. However, the moment morning came to, Gavriel was much more antsy than he had been the night before. With the sun brightening the day, he’d shifted into an alert when he knew Gyda could be arriving any moment with Thuringwethil in tow. His chest tightened at the thought, knowing well enough she could disregard them all together and send them away.

The large wolf turns, nipping at a still sleeping @Vercingetorix to wake him with a little grumbling. @Seregrýn stirred a little but Gavriel didn’t force her, unsure of how she’d act entirely and not wanting to light something under her ass that would ruin it for all of them. His younger brother was enough of a handful to ensure things went smoothly enough.

Gavriel considered calling but he’d been given instructions to wait and so quietly, he makes himself comfortable—well, as much as he could—in a proper stance awaiting command.