Sleeping Dragon You could be a king, but watch a queen conquer

He had a rabbit hanging from his jaws and while he wishes to eat it, engulfing the whole thing—bones and all—but he sets the urge aside to find a cache that needs replenishing. He’d taken little since being apart of his new home, using what he needs in order to regain his strength, and returning more when the chance arose. He’d started to fill out once more, putting more weight on his body, and his strength had become to return. He frequently checks up on his younger brother, whose fate still remains unsure, but overall he spent most of his time putting in more work in Drageda than he had ever in Seageda for the only purpose to prove he is still loyal.

The bark distracts him and he drops the carcass from his mouth to turn and see a smaller wolf. Her scent is familiar but he doesn’t recognize her—he’d spent a lot of time alone or with his brother—and so he lowers his head and tail and pivots to face her. Thuringwethil had placed him at the bottom, which hadn’t been a surprise, and until he was ready to challenge for a higher place among her ranks, he remained low. With a jerk of his nose, he wagged his tail a few times and waited to see if she needs anything before he goes back to work.