Sleeping Dragon endless forms most beautiful

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It had not been the trip back that made Gavriel as tired as he is but trying to escort an often time rebellious child to a place nearly a week away. His sleep had been minimal and his stress level high, and it took a little longer than he'd anticipated but they'd made it. In relatively one piece. He'd taken a few days within the borders of Trigeda, resting and eating and feeling at home, that when it came time to leave, he'd needed a little wagering. It would have been easy to stay and mesh back into the life he fully knew rather than one pieced together by left over shambles and blasphemy. 

The thought alone had made home cringe because he knew where his duty and loyalty were, where his word had been placed. He'd left Trigeda on a full stomach, a few pounds heavier, and with an ease in travel he didn't have before. Seregrýn is where she needs to be to prepare for her future and Gavriel needs to get back where he needs to be. Often he wonders of Gyda and if she'd had the puppies by then, sure that she would. She'd been about to pop before he left he'd be surprised if she hadn't. 

He nears the borders of his home and recognizes a similar feeling of home that only feels marginally different. Trigeda had been nostalgic and likely wouldn't complain if he were to return, but Drageda meant more beneath his feet than the other. Gavriel's nose touches the sky as he calls out his return as he works his way deeper into the territory and burying himself in the scent he'd once called his own.