Sleeping Dragon Here comes the future, it’s violent and bright

She went on to explain, pausing only briefly as she proficiently traversed the fallen tree. He pricked his ears as he leapt to gain purchase and stand on the trunk in what appeared to be an awkward display for a wolf of his size. His dull claws flexed to grip the bark beneath his splayed toes, but there was no sign of exertion to keep his hold written tellingly in his expression. Perfectly balanced by a strenuously trained physique, he made a cat-like descent a moment later and was at Thuringwethil’s shoulder again as she finished speaking and continued on. He glanced side-long at her then, trying to judge how long it might have been since their last encounter. He couldn’t be sure, and so he let his train of thought go.
 
"One pack to worry about is enough," he acknowledged, letting her know she hadn’t lost his ears along the way. His easily rolling shoulders kept him in stride with her, something he would never have done if others had come to join them. In such a case, Toxochelys would have taken a rightful place somewhere to the rear, but here, alone with the Commander, he was a comrade and a long-time acquaintance. Formalities had their place. He did, however, tag along at her side in utter submission.
 
"What do you call this branch of Seageda?" he asked, knowing he was potentially interrupting the flow of information.