Sleeping Dragon to hound nature in her wandereings

Gavriel is dipped low, fur bristling along his spine, and his teeth flash for a brief moment. He doesn’t have to wait long for whatever is hidden to emerge and the familiar form of Portia comes to view. It takes a second for him to relax, smoothing out his fur and adjusting his posture to something far more neutral. Her playful tone causes a snort as he begins to relax now that the threat he’d been faced with is gone. 

“With the Larksong wolves, I cannot be too careful,” he explains, giving himself a little shake as he looks back in the direction he’d originally been going once she guesses at what he’d been doing. He gives her a slight nod of affirmation before offering: “Care to join me?”