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

Only at the sound and peripheral sight of calamity did Lucani finally cease her tracking and stand up tall, ears erect as she gazed startled at the commotion. As she'd subconsciously noted earlier, she did recognise these wolves, but not their names, though the pretty teenage girl was now a mess of limbs and scree, and Lucani was already swiftly on her way over. Half her attention was on the fallen wolf, and the other half was on the boulder, concerned that it might shift...