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

It was her intention to avoid involvement with those beneath her - in this case, physically beneath her - but the manner with which the stranger approached did appeal to her. Seregryn remained passive as the stranger reached with their snout; it did not appear that this wolf was about to attack, but perhaps she was too sleepy to notice any malice that they held. When their face was closer, Seregryn loomed over them with her own dark face. She stretched out her neck so that she too could investigate, sniffing softly at the other creature. She misjudged the distance though, and was suddenly sliding forward, chest-first, off of the boulder. Once gravity had taken hold of her any hope Seregyn held for staying upright was demolished. She tried to catch the stone with her paws, but nothing helped - there was no time - and suddenly she was slamming down off of the boulder, hitting the ground in a pile of flailing, graceless parts.