Sleeping Dragon The rocky road to Dublin

While most of the patrols are heavy on the western side of the mountain, she has to remind herself to visit the other side a few times to freshen the markings. The grotto wolves have kept their distance since the incident. Reek hadn't shown his face like he had the time before, which leaves plenty of questions, but she doesn't care much to go to the grotto to find out for herself. Leaving that behind, she trots with her tongue out as she bears the southern border and glances across the remaining valley into the river.

At first, she doesn't seen the outline, but the closer she gets to the curve along the ridge, she sees a head popping up from the bank. The color from here doesn't seem too familiar. It's not as red as Wildfire or dark as Gluskap and she's led to believe it's not one of her own. Picking up her gait, she deviates from the border and heads to where the river meets the wall of the ridge. Given the distance between her claim and the river, she doesn't feel the need to rush, but her guard remains up with a stranger so close.

When she's close enough, she chuffs upon her approach and slows to a stop with several yards to spare.