Sleeping Dragon to hound nature in her wandereings

Portia explains what they'd been looking for the other day and a brief difference, though by this point he's probably already switched the names in his mind. Either way, he knew what they looked like—at least the one he used to avoid bugs—and continued to use them. In the colder months, the need won't be as necessary, but he could keep them stocked just in case.

Gavriel shakes his head to her question, though he has not intercepted many wolves looking to join. There are times he hadn't been far from when the leaders had been speaking to them, remaining wary in the distance for anything to go awry, but he'd yet to be needed. "No," he confirms audibly. "These lands are different. Where we are from, we didn't often get joiners. Occasionally a recruit or transport from another pack, but typically no one we didn't really know came up often."