Sleeping Dragon cold harbor

The coywolf male had not held his position within Sleeping Dragon for very long. He had been quick to decide on the pack that he would call home, though. In spite of what others would have led him to believe, Gluska did not truly think that being captious over packs was a wise decision in the heat of a famine. He was surprisingly pleased with his decision.
 
The pack land rose up high into a hot-tipped geyser. The lithe male had no intention of ever peering into the heart of it. As for the lands that he was willing to venture, it seemed as though there was much to explore within the Dragon. The Heda had allowed him in to her ranks with the promise that he would use his skills as a healer to assist her pack. While Gluska was not the largest fan of serving others, he knew better than to argue against the larger wolf. She was the leader and the circumstances that had allowed him in would be simple enough to accomplish. Aside from his aspirations to heal the wounded and ill, the coywolf male’s concern was keeping himself fed. Padding through the unfamiliar territory of the pack, the ochre-tinged wolf kept his sharp yellow gaze peered for anything that would aid his hungry gut.