Sleeping Dragon endless forms most beautiful

There’s one howl upon his return that puts a smile on his face. The voice is familiar and message clear so Gavriel doesn’t go too far from where he’s entered into their territory. He’d gotten to know the girl through their adventures just before the famine and he likes to think it brought them closer together. There are aspects of their lives they don’t know of each other, having not known one another for very long, but a bond had been formed anyway.

Soon, the small flame approaches and he dips his head and wags his tail. She reaches in to bump his nose but not before going right in to something. Gavriel expels a heavy sigh; he doesn’t even try to hide how tired he is.

“It’s good to see you too,” he says plainly but a hint of a smile remains on her features anyway, returning the bump a beat late. “I don’t mind going,” he tells her with a shrug. It’s his job, anyway, right? And he at least had gotten a good grasp on the territory that would make the trip easier, maybe quicker. “But if another natural disaster occurs, I’m not going anywhere with you again.”

This time, he laughs.