Sleeping Dragon They will never even find what is left of you

The more the woman spoke, the more intrigued Thuringwethil became. If she hadn't been sure on taking her in before, she knows she is now. The school she speaks of leaves her wanting to know more, if she could investigate it, but she doesn't press the matter just yet. In time, she's sure she'll learn just as much about Uleön as Uleön will of her and her own. Not wanting to overload her just yet, she remains quiet and contemplative as the other speaks and she makes their way to the meeting spot.

"It is good for us to excel in more than one skill, but we all have our primary job and that is how you will be integrated into Drageda. I'm interested to know what you consider your best skill," she explains. Uleön has mentioned a handful and some already sounds like she's better at than others, but nonetheless the last bit of information catches her attention a beat later. "One of our own has recently given birth to four puppies, nearly a month ago," she explains, thinking fondly of the little dragons.

By the time she's finished talking, the ledge is in view. She's been here more lately, with the meeting and introducing the newer wolves, but an important place to remember. The tree on the left remains strong and the tree on the right leans a little more, and the drop is just as deadly as always. "This is where we congregate for meetings. We don't all sleep in one place but we do sleep within earshot of one another. Except the whelping den is separated until they are old enough."