Sleeping Dragon monsun

For one so brutish, Tatkret was quite delicate in the way he gnawed on the bone, picking at it from the side before turning his head slightly to chew on it at another angle. It was from this new view that he spotted the pack member approach — a small red thing that the man only observed for a few seconds before turning his head the other way again, continuing to gnaw. When she introduced herself in an oddly husky voice, Tatkret released his chew toy completely and held it underneath a forelimb, staring pointedly at the girl. His annoyance that she decided to come over to bother him was obvious from his gaze, though her words piqued his curiousity.

"Drageda?" he echoed, flicking an ear questioningly. He tried to remember if the Alpha or Sangilak had mentioned this word, though couldn't quite recall. Maybe they had, and he hadn't been listening, or deemed it unimportant. Most likely the latter. He idly looked past the other as another russet-coloured stranger appeared, just as small as the first, keeping her distance. Tatkret couldn't help but let out a soft chuff, almost in disbelief, as he turned back to the closer pack mate. "Are all wolves of this pack so small?"