Sleeping Dragon Burn wild

Gavriel is thankful she admits to hunting on flatter ground. He’s sure he’d slip or fall over something, tumble down half the mountain, and break his neck if he weren’t careful. Guarding the borders have been the closest thing to flat and steady ground, where he spends most of his time. It gave him a little ease while he worked on steadying his new, rebuilt legs for the mountain. Without objection, the large male moves forward and follows along with her.

“Do you know why the agreement was put into place in the first place?” he asks. Thuringwethil had only told him not to cross, that there had been agreement, but the cause he’d been left in the dark. “I mean, I understanding keeping separated from the others, but something had to have happened, right?” he questions, with a slight tilt of his head. Perhaps, if Wildfire didn’t know, he’d ask someone else, but it no longer seems important.  

The large male puts a little distance between them once his question had been answered, nose to the ground, and begins his own search.