Sleeping Dragon when the sun has set, no candle can replace it

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There wasn't enough energy in her to even be surprised, but Uleön's ears catch the male's call and her head turns around lazily to find him. He was large, surprisingly so, and she manages to distinguish some scars hidden beneath his tawny fur. She finds his brown eyes for a second, just to store them in her memory, but shortly enough not to disrespect him, and then her gaze goes back elsewhere.

"Oh, hello" she speaks, short of breath, before letting her tongue hang lazily out of her mouth as she pants heavily. She was a mess, covered in dirt from nose to tail, but she was too tired to care about her appearance. "I was trying to dig out the walls a little... I should have realized by now that I do not possess the energy I did in my youth..." she laughs, and then drops her head on her paws in exhaustion.

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