Sleeping Dragon nature under constraint and vexed

It wasn’t long before a slim, young coywolf answered the call, seeming to take it in stride that someone he didn’t know stood among them. It said quite a bit about his trust in Gavriel, and perhaps even underscored the closeness of the pack. Soon enough, their ranks increased by one more. He was large and golden with a very striking set of mismatched eyes that seemed to give Toxochelys pause for just a moment, and said second arrival was apparently taken as a cue to begin.
 
Gavriel had at least partially remembered his name, but it meant far more to the tawny guardian that the other hadn’t simply ripped into him on sight due to no recognition whatsoever. "Toxochelys," he confirmed with a nod, then verbally made way for the tawny Gona to continue speaking afterwards. The other two dragons were briefly introduced, but Gavriel quickly carried on to describe what had happened with the Grotto wolf. Having witnessed the event first-hand, Toxochelys chose to focus his full attention on the two wolves he knew nothing about.