Sleeping Dragon variable and full of perturbation

At this point of her stay in the Dragoning Sleep Foxglove had realized that she did not feel either loyalty or particular affection to any of the pack wolves here. Regulars... even if the rank names and the religion some people practiced was quite odd. Therefore she had not made any particular attempt to do anything for the greater good, she lurked on the sidelines, took care of her needs and pretended to be working diligently, if someone happened to be nearby and watched her. 

However, bringing down a deer is no solo-mission. She stumbled upon the magnificent creatures and both her and her ever present alter-ego were salivating at the prospect of eating something way better and juicier than the usual morsels. And luck would have it - there were another two lurking in the distance - one bigger and one smaller. Would they be up for hunting, hm? Foxglove had her gaze fixed on them, yet she was not sure. Two grown up wolves... still far too few.