Sleeping Dragon transitory sacrifices of crisis

Gavriel is pleased to hear that Tanja is enjoying, for the most part, his new home. They have trickled in over the months and their loyalty has been tested but their survival has been secured. Even with the threat of the grotto to the North West, he’s confident they’ll survive here well enough. “It is different,” he says with a bob of his head. His voice trails off, thick with meaning, and he glances once in his companion’s direction before he’s refocused on the path in front of him. “But we are strong. I don’t think we’d be here if we weren’t,” he muses. Tanja is the first wolf he can really talk to this about. Heda is on her own level, he barely knew Rebekka, and Gyda simply… can’t understand.

“Oh yeah?” his attention diverts when he spokes of his children and a smile creeps upon his muzzle. Gavriel never knew how things would turn out with them but he is completely blindsided. His involvement hadn’t been demanded or required when he’d been asked to father them and, originally, he thought he’d be separated. However, he knows he wouldn’t make a different choice. “Who have you met so far?”