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

Gavriel waited on his penance, as if showing up on her doorstep had been the wrong thing to do. Perhaps she would have sent messengers to Trigeda to retrieve her wolves, that she knew what she was doing, but he’d been unable to wait and he could always use Seregrýn as a trading chip. He stares elsewhere for a moment as he address the Fos Goufa and waits until she turns to him, informing them of her decision—as vague as it were—but he accepts nonetheless.