Sleeping Dragon virtue before sin

Indeed she had not heard him past the geysers hiss. It was loud, but only when they burst would they truly accost her eardrums. It seemed they were settled, for now, but she was watchful of them. She had experienced geysers before and could anticipate the sound they made. So concentrated was she that she did not hear the initial noise Hush had made; only when he sounded off again did Sangilak look over her shoulder and note him coming toward her. Sangilak altered her own path, turning on her heel and padding confidently over toward him. Her ears were perked and her plume was half-mast and rigid behind her as she moved to meet him halfway.

The stature this one had was like nothing she had ever seen. He was the strangest cocktail, and yet Sangilak perceived him as wholly wolf. If she had known any differently he would meet an entirely different beast; Sangilak fought, violently, what she did not understand when it came into her path. That there were other breeds and species of wolf was not something known to Sangilak; wolf was wolf, and the man approaching was certainly wolf to her own eyes. He was certainly smaller than her, who overwhelmed most any wolf regardless with her large, bearish frame. Sangilak might have wondered his own longevity here were the scent of the Dragons not so thick upon him; were times so hard here? She observed ribs. Yet the oddest thing of all was that despite the strangeness of his conformation, she noted a musculature to him that foretold he was not weak, per se.

Arriving before him she swung 'round and chuffed lowly in greeting, not waiting a beat to draw alongside him to gather the scents upon him if he permitted it. Sangilak introduced herself to all in this way, and thought it a very common thing.