Sleeping Dragon Flash X

Hush had returned from his evening patrol earlier than expected and decided to do some long postponed tidying up of his den. The mute was constantly busy patrolling, hunting, sparring, exploring — he never had the time to care for himself and his things. He decided to make a change for once, delving into his den and cleaning the filthy man-cave. He tossed out old, stale bedding, bones from midnight snacks and early breakfasts. It was a haphazard spray of debris and trash, but Hush figured he could fix it up later. He wasn't adept at the whole den-living anyway. His blood was of that of the nomad, not of the home-dweller.

He poked his head out, his red-gold muzzle smeared in dirt and grime as he looked around his den. Cleaner than ever! The same couldn't be said of his outer surroundings though...but oh well, he was hungry!

The hybrid backed out and shook himself off, loping out from his den to the nearest cache. He saw the red girl not too far away from his den, her head down in an obvious tracker's pose and he decided to join her. With a gentle chuff, the mute walked over to her, offering to join her in her hunt.