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

She approaches with a neutral posture and Gavriel can’t help but wonder her stance in the pack, though he’s sure she’s of some importance. His own tail wags and he returns the gesture and breathes in her scent. It is strange to be in a home of wolves he doesn’t know, when he grew up with warriors and brethren. Things didn’t change often, unless war was on the brink, and they’d always return a few wolves short.

“Gavriel,” he introduces with a dip of his nose, turning his nose to look away from her for only a moment. “Just filling the cache,” he comments, turning to look at the rabbit at his feet and the empty spot in the ground. Wanting to finish what he's doing, he digs at the ground to quickly bury the rabbit for the next hungry wolf that comes by but he’s eager to return his attention to the other wolf. 

Life being different here, in Drageda, compared to the ocean where he’d been born, had thrown him for a loop. He doesn’t quite have his mountain legs and hunting isn’t easy on the slopes. He’d taken to the valley to the easy but he wondered if he’d adapt at all. “You seem much more comfortable on a mountain than I do.”

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