Sleeping Dragon Burn wild

Gavriel understands quickly and he bobs his head a few times, back pedaling until he’s in a comfortable enough position beside her. He buries himself down onto the ground, though she has the better advantage of hiding than he does. His large form peaks out a little more than he’d care to for catching small game and he tries to shrink himself as much as possible. He buries his head low between his paws, mimicking the position of the smaller wolf, as he waits. The water disrupts every now and then and he feels himself twitch with anticipation each time.