Sleeping Dragon kill bill sirens

His own rounds are starting to edge towards a conclusion for now, although he'd likely only lay low through the hottest part of the day to resume later on because the borderlands were receiving much of his focus again, now with Gavriel out once more. What he had brought back to them regarding the Grotto wolves left a sour feeling and with the pack as it was, puppies, flux, and all, he was loathe to trust on the better judgements of those beyond their own. If Reek was not bothering to inform his wolves, they were bound to wander right into trouble, or even go looking for it unknowingly. It was best to keep this in mind and stay prepared, he believed.

When he finds his path overlapping that of the Heda's, and it being fresh, he started to track it towards the depths of the Dragon -- presumably, she would not be far and he felt compelled to seek her out considering all going on recently. With everything afoot, he knew there had to be a lot for her to focus upon, too. He would only impose as far as she would have him.

He caught sight of her and joined up alongside a similiar trail with a chuff. His ears fanned back and head lowered, respectful of the dark commander's status. "Heda," he greeted, trying to tell if she was busy as he glanced over her, and then in the direction she was going.