Dawnlark Plains natural selection

Gavriel’s ears cups forward upon his head, but relax as he explains. What little the large male has explored of these lands are diverse, he acknowledges, and so he nods in agreement. To the north, there are a lot of mountainous terrain, a lot of snow, and here things are varied enough that it would take more time than he probably had to really map everything out for a good grasp of his surroundings. He knew Seageda well, having lived there for more than three years, and had no need to explore when he already understood his surroundings.

“I am. I live on Sleeping Dragon with Drageda,” he states, though he doubts the other too know—this wolves don’t know their ways, don’t know their roots, and he’s okay with that. “Gavriel.”

I was hesitant to state the name of where Gavriel is from in case Sangilak tells him, so if you don't reply before you find out, that's perfectly fine? *kicks timelines* 8)