Sleeping Dragon to hound nature in her wandereings

All welcome. Maybe @Hush, @Dio, or @Portia?

Feeling a little restless in the afternoon, the sun hanging low in the distance to give the world one last reminder of it's shine, Gavriel finds himself on the borders. It is a common place for him to be, with light of the grotto wolves nearby, but they've proven they've learned from their last mistake. Whether it was intended or not, he's often out here anywhere as a primary job and more times than not he'll run into Dio or Hush doing the same thing. Between the three of them, and Heda, they'e able to mark their borders well enough and keep their strength and defenses up.

They could benefit from a few more warriors but the confidence in what they have is enough to handle a threat or someone problematic. The other wolves, he's sure, would stick their necks out in a time of need just as any of them. While some of the newer wolves he may not know very well, he prefers to believe they are truthful to their word on loyalty.

He's suddenly distracted by a noise off to his left and he turns, quiet, listening for the rustling in the brush he's heard.