Sleeping Dragon by means which have never yet been tried

It seems that Drageda is filled with change. From the moment he embarked a new journey in Sleeping Dragon, it is one thing after the other, and while he doesn’t seem to mind, he isn’t sure how much he really likes it. Gyda has been spending more time around the borders and keeping herself busy now that the puppies don’t need her constantly. Freyja has been spending time with Wildfire or Thuringwethil or making use of herself. The other puppies don’t have a defined planned yet but they are young still though he has grown a little concerned that they might not by the time they come of age.

A sigh escapes him around the long deer leg he carries toward the rendezvous site. Most days, there is no one near the den until the sun has settled, but with a growl in his stomach already, he brings it early for a small dinner. With something in mind, however, he drops the limb on the ground before he delivers a short call for any of his own that may be nearby.