Sleeping Dragon Burn wild

Wildfire isn’t able to get him an answer, and he considers—for a moment—he might inquire about the reason. He hadn’t necessarily been compelled before and it is over now, free to cross the river if they pleased, but the curiosity lingers in the back of his mind. It takes over his mind for several moments as they separate, nose to the ground, searching for a trace of something.

Her chuff, however, catches his attention and he swings his large head in her direction. She stands at the bank of the river and he pivots back, lazily trotting back in her direction. He stops nearby, feeling his toes sink into wet soil, and casts a sideways glance to his companion.