Sleeping Dragon under the grave

@Thuringwethil and Co. 

The moment Tanja heard the whispers of how Heda had claimed new land, the man's heart abandoned Trigeda. Truthfully it never belonged there but he remained nonetheless, staying until the roots of his new territory were dug deep. And while he was certain their leaders would always be in need of a warrior with his experience, the man felt his abilities could prove more beneficial elsewhere. So with a half-hearted goodbye to those he felt closest to, the man struck out in the middle of the night, not bothering to look back at a place he never considered his true home. 

He traveled with purpose, a destination clear in his mind and he would be damned before he let anyone or anything get in his way. Only stopping to briefly rest or fill his stomach the days gradually began to mold together, with time itself sinking into nothingness. And it was on one fateful evening, as the last light clung to the darkening sky did the man find what he was searching for. A scent, unmistakable in all it's glory led him to the base of the beastly mountain where he stood, iron orbs sweeping across the territory. While his paws itched to carry him forward, the man would not dare cross the borders. Seageda would have unleashed a fury upon anyone who crossed the claim uninvited, and he expected no less from the wolves here. So with his head raised high the man called for any that were willing to come, but hidden away deep within his plea was a cry for one particular wolf.