Sleeping Dragon effects of external conditions

He digs, mostly to relieve his frustration, and throws dirt behind him even though he can no longer see the rat. He pauses, only for a moment, to see a ray of light on the other side of the rock and he realizes the creature had gotten away from him. A grumble in his stomach protests him stopping and he uses his already muddy paws to dig at the rock half-heartedly. Brown eyes stare through the crack, hoping for some kind of movement, but nothing occurs until something behind him makes a sound. Ears swivel a little and he slowly backs away until he sees the odd-marked girl with a bird at her feet. Looking back to his task, he steps out of the way but doesn’t go for the kill she made. His mouth waters and he sucks in a breath to keep from saliva dripping out of his muzzle.

“It’s already gone,” he confesses with an indifferent shrug of one of his shoulders. The trade off at this point is useless so Gavriel gives up on his escapade and shakes off his feet. “You chose to stay,” he then observes, noticing her scent a little more frequently around the dragon. Her purpose remains largely unknown to him, why she’d left Trigeda in the first place and chose to stay here, still under Heda’s rule. His jaw tightens, looking her over, but doesn’t question it. His leader likely got the answer she needs enough to keep her around and he offers half a smile in a delayed welcome. “It is good to have someone else familiar,” he says and bobs his head. Seregryn isn’t much for conversation; in fact, a whole different world for that girl.