Sleeping Dragon time sours, rots, renews, sours again

The chuff was rewarded with a similar sound, and her ears flit atop her head as she watched him with ample interest. She adjusted her own posture to one that spoke of where she saw herself in the hierarchy. She was a hardened and experienced warrior, and he had a different demeanor altogether. It did not mean she saw him as a burden, but she simply knew she had the experience that merited respect, and the muscle to prove that point. Her own tail waved in turn; she enjoyed seeing him, knowing the man to be an active one that was not a waste of space. That was important to her. He was small, but he was a good wolf who worked for his keep, as they all ought to.

Sangilak continued along the borders, her step heavy. She marked as she went, and one ear flit backward to listen for Hush potentially joining her in her endeavor.