Sleeping Dragon entangled bank

The rats inhabiting Sleeping Dragon had become few and far between. While not exactly inhibited by the famine, the wolves of the dragon had taken to nearly wiping out the population they shared. By now, with more and more green sprouting up every day, he felt confident that things are beginning to change. It might still take time but with new life brought even more. Rabbits and squirrels and other creatures that lived off the surrounding vegetation might begin their reemergence soon and, ultimately, he could hope for a herd of two soon that might pass through with the promise of food. 

For now, Gavriel settles for the limp rodent hanging from his jaws. His killing blow had snapped the creature nearly in two and he'd devoured part of it before thinking about his purpose. The rest of it, at least a bigger portion, remains and he begins his trek to search for @Gyda. The blood and fur filling his mouth soon becomes a test on whether or not he can hold out. He could eat it, bones and all, and no one would even notice, but the guilt bubbles enough in his stomach that he might regurgitate what he'd taken in. Swallowing the lump, he actively begins the search. First, her den, and if not there he'd move on somewhere else.