Sleeping Dragon nature under constraint and vexed

Together, he and Gavriel covered ground quickly as they returned to the mountainous Dragon that rose up before them with imposing austerity. He reflected privately on the curiousity that Thuringwethil had only just mentioned the threat of the Grotto wolves, and that he had thought their presence where they shouldn’t be was only a matter of time. It hadn’t taken them long.
 
Without an active Wocha to lead them, Gavriel proceeded by calling every guardian, tactician, and warrior within Drageda directly to them where they stood. He stopped at a steep mountain wall that rose up far above their heads thereafter, and then turned to settle his gaze on the unproven nearly-outsider at his back. Said nearly-outsider esponded by lowering his head out of respect for the accomplished Gona in front of him and holding his tongue. Had he chosen to speak, his voice would have been stiffer than usual, in equal parts due to the circumstances at hand and the fact that it had probably been at least a year since he had last seen the warrior before him. Instead, he remained silent and patient.