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

The elder’s eyes widen with appreciation and Gavriel finds a smile appearing on his muzzle, dipping his head a little. Part of being Drageda meant taking care of one another, even the new ones—something that has taken some getting used to—and given the opportunity to get to know the other adds an extra benefit. While post of Seageda’s older wolves had been born and raised within their confines and wolves not often at their borders to join as they had their own civilization within their walls.

“Come, I’m sure we can find something near the rendezvous site,” he offers and steps forward to give her support should she need it. He hasn’t spent much time within the area that has their sleeping quarters near one another, keeping close to Gyda and the whelping den when he isn’t patrolling or otherwise working. Once she’s up and ready to go, he begins the trek at a steady trot. The community of caves and dens isn’t too far from where she’d selected her own little space and to his surprise he finds it empty of another. 

He clears his throat a little and glances around, and with a tilt of his head he turns to Uleon to ask: “do you prefer something small? Or open, like a cave?”