Sleeping Dragon Come away from the water

She did not call out, setting her little perch to watch the lands for a moment. She wanted to get a feel, confirm her thoughts, and to just admire the landscape. The occasional plume of steam from the earth brought to her face a near savage smile. She spots someone approaching on the distance, cutting through the lands as if they owned it. Once she is closer, one the scent becomes clearer, the smile reaches even the expanses of her green eyes and her tail moves a few beats. 

"Heda," It is a breathy sigh, relief and pleasure mixed into it. She stood, taking a couple steps before she lowered her head in a respectful move. "It has been too long." She said quietly, regarding her commander - inspecting her almost, to see how she had fared. Thuringwethil was thinner than she remembered, but there was nothing for the earth to offer here. Saria could respect the choice made to roost there; on the fertile banks of the Dragon's lands the plants would return sooner than it would in other packs.