Sleeping Dragon ai trikracha

Sangilak did not much care what transpired. It was the business of Thuringwethil, and not a social woman at heart she felt no compulsion at all to ask. Still, for the others attempted transgression against her, Sangilak paid her no courtesy. She could feel the others movements, though the other was quite obvious in what she did. Untrained. Foolish. Sangilak, however, would not instruct her. If ever this occurred again and there was a reason to worry, Sangilak would know the others tells.

She gripped the yarrow and tugged, and then began to chew it to a pulpy paste. Sangilak approached the strange-scented pack member and pointed at the earth with her muzzle, grunting boarishly for the other to sit or lay there so she could begin.