Sleeping Dragon Stedaunon don gon we, en kikon ste enti.

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It was curious and fascinating to remember the day they had howled skywards to spread the word that Sleeping Dragon had become a pack. Lucani was one of the pack's founders and part of its first moves from fledgling to bird of prey. Since then, their numbers had only grown, and among them walked some of the fiercest warriors Lucani had ever known — Thuringwethil at their forefront.

And so she paid no heed to the shapes and smells of two local wolves resting among the scenery, it being common to find strangers hereabouts. Of course it was Lucani's instinct to go to them and regard them in their entitreity so that she might begin to learn their stories, but she had a more pressing matter to attend to. One of the small bushes she most commonly used for herbal remedies had slipped into the river during a rainstorm, and floated away. Given the number of fighters (and therefore wounds) in the pack, the healer needed to find a replacement fast.

The grey wolf moved gracefully along the waterway, yellow eyes trained on the muddy path ahead, and muzzle low as she searched.