Sleeping Dragon Hiy hiy

Briefly the fire-creature on the other side of the smoke is a golden color, a flash of sunlight illuminating them. Seregryn stares at this more than the gust of sulfurous air as it whistles by her face. She narrowly misses being singed by it — if one could be singed by hot air — and feels the heat of the geyser's bellow like a great breath upon her cheeks. Her eyes begin to water, and the air is thick with the strange smell, so the girl pulls back in the next instance and begins to softly gag. She does not want to look weak before this other thing, whatever or whoever they are, and tries to stop herself from coughing too loudly. Seregryn chirrups and hiccups instead (which could be worse).

As the air cleared she got a better view of the golden thing and, upon noticing it was a petite wolf, she tried to breathe in the stranger's scent. The girl's words are lost on Seregryn who dismisses them for the time being. She is more intent on slipping closer (without potential harm from the dragon sleeping beneath the ground) and eagerly attempts to probe the red-furred girl with her snout. The stranger speaks with the tongue of warriors but she is small, like Seregryn; she looks to be built for speed and cunning rather than strength, which is also like Seregryn; the first thought the dark girl has is, is this another fos goufa? Is this a rival? And the fine furs along her spine begin to prickle.

Laik yu sheidgeda jus goufa seintaim? It does not cross Seregryn's mind that this girl might not know their language yet. Her body holds the mark of Thuringwethil - and Sangilak, which surprises her - but it is not so thick upon her.