Sleeping Dragon firesuite

Thuringwethil had permitted their stay, and day by day Sangilak grew stronger. She had challenged, truly, only one—Warbone, he had been called—and had been bested in her sorriest state. Although she trained consistently, no amount of it could save one from the throes of a travel-worn body. They had taken food, and now would return some to the wolves of this place. The scent of Tatkret was one Sangilak tracked, and when she found him his expression looked as though he had just eaten a belly full of rot. The woman would not ask what it that had made him so; instead, she observed what was around him and noted the very thing he looked to. She nipped at his shoulder and them moved past him; they would hunt just beyond the borders of the land, so that what they brought to the stores here was not from their own homestead. It felt wrong to hunt on grounds not her own, and so she would do so in the proper place for it.