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

Gavriel hadn’t spent much time at the rendezvous site since before he left to take Seregrýn back to Trigeda. Upon his return, he’d been near the whelping den ever since. He imagines soon the puppies will be old enough to relocate and he supposes it wouldn’t be a bad idea to scout for a new place when the time comes. He puts the idea aside, at least for now, since the purpose is to help his newest pack mate find a comfortable place to sleep.

When she decides what she wants, he nods his head and nudges her along. The expanse of the site is big enough that no one is on top of each other and the caves are spread out, making it so they are all within calling distance if the need arises but enough so they could have their private space. He avoids the caves that have a smell lingering to them, following along so that she may pick the one she likes best.

Once they find a suitable one, he helps her gets settled in before he goes about the rest of his day.