Sleeping Dragon love isn't brains, children, it's blood

Ambition fueled the Goufa’s every step as she scouted ahead. Her eyes roamed the open territory before them as she went on her way exploring. A figure in the distance caused the puppy to brake suddenly. Perking, the silver-furred child looked back to Thuringwethil curiously, “Do ya see?” she asked, returning her attention back to the figure. The figure stood about 500 meters north of them, it’s large ears giving way to it’s identity: a hare.

It stood silently, looking towards the duo with interest.

Despite her inner desires to go up and see it, she waited cautiously for whatever the dark-furred Heda had to say.