Sleeping Dragon ipsa scientia potestas est

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Things had grown quiet on the western border and most of his time had evened out to the rest of the claim. The scrawny wolf that had gotten too close had likely been a little mix up that he doesn't expect to happen again. He'd done a patrol and he's certain his bore his own path around the base of the mountain with as much time as he's spent. Today, however, he finds himself near the geyser field to the northern side of the territory. One has erupted in the distance and Gavriel watches it from afar. The grass, where not soaked by water, is lively and full of life—perhaps you wouldn't even know a famine had taken over their lives for so long—and he meanders through the field. 

Once the geyser dies down, Gavriel catches sight of a sliver of fawn sticking out from the rocky wall of the mountain. His brows knit together, having not spent a lot of time in this area, but he hesitates moving to spook the creature. The opening to the field leads away from the pack claim and he knows he can't corner and bring it down himself. In all likeliness, he's bound to scare the creature away from his grasp. Instead, Gavriel watches it from a distance. He moves only a little to get a better look to see the prey using the stone wall as a salt lick.