Fairspell Meadow November skies

Continue to skip me. :)

It is as Gavriel blinked and the typically bright blue sky turned to night. An uncomfortable swell expands his chest and he glances back the way they've come and as if trying to decide the best course of action, remains largely uncertain. If he knew the land as well as his charge, he might urge her to return home, regardless of their progress to her birth place. Whatever is happening above them, he knows it's a matter of time before the dragon hears or sees what's going on.

He discards what's left of his half of the kill by the time the bugs pelt him. His appetite gone entirely, batting away the pests as they collect on his body, that he's distracted enough he doesn't notice the other wolf. Wildfire's words has already gone undetected so by the time he actually turns, he sees another figure nearby. Wildfire's body language doesn't give him the information he needs to determine his actions but she speaks to him as if she might know him. Of course, the words are lost in the buzzing so he's not entirely sure of his conclusion.

The wolf doesn't seem to notice him, either, so Gavriel's fur bristles and he comes within a few yard lengths from the pair. He doesn't impose just yet but watches the exchange between the two.