Sleeping Dragon Borderlines

His ears quiver anxiously towards the Heda's tones, and his brow furrows at the words he's not yet mastered perfectly. It's made clearer in the next breath and his hackles stiffen swiftly with the thought. Trespasser. He fails to understand how the general populous continues to disregard their borderlands, and even their nearby spaces. Annoyance with the unknown wolf who dared test them bubbles up. The wocha nods, deep and with a pointed look. Understood.

And so, it will be.

Rebekka wastes no time, and he's just a handful of paces behind her as soon as he can be. He will get up to speed when the time is right. For now, he lowers his muzzle and memorizes the scent carefully, all while letting Rebekka set their heading.