Sleeping Dragon virtue before sin

His mute communication was met with an invitational look back to the wolf, that she did not know was a mixbreed, and the borderline. He had interrupted nothing, as far as she was concerned; the more involved in their watch, the better. And so Sangilak turns away from Dio, having gathered his scents and knowing him better for it. His attitude was one Sangilak was appreciative of, and wise. She was understanding of those watchful eyes. He had reacted better than she herself would have: with unwelcoming teeth. It was fortunate Sangilak's intentions were not ill, but no one but she herself knew that for certain. Their trust in their leader was implicit. Admirable, too, if not somewhat foolish.

But Sangilak was integrating herself into the community. She was not useless; she would patrol with them, hunt with them, and take down any that rose against them for so long as she lingered. Sangilak would not be dead weight, and she had not been implicitly asked to join Thuringwethil, yet... simply invited to be a guest.

Sangilak approached Hush, her tail waving as she chuffed lowly, her muzzle gesturing to the road ahead and head cocking, a comical sight for one so large as she, that asked wordlessly: join me? on the patrol she had sought to complete in the first place.