Sleeping Dragon our backs tell stories no books have the spine to carry

Due to her current status of hanging around the geyser fields, Rosalyn had seen what happened to the unfortunate beast and added yet another danger to this (honestly rather inhospitable?) place.  She tread much more carefully round the areas where warmth touched the ground, having no desire to be the water's next victim.

They gathered when it was finally time to dispatch the poor creature, but Rosalyn did not participate.  She teetered, and time grew short.  

But when the leader called the pack, she rose reluctantly.  She did not bring anything, but when she arrived and saw the pile, she thought perhaps she should have.  Hadn't even crossed her mind.  With a small chuckle she shook her head, then sat down with little ceremony.  She'd wait; others in the pack, those who had contributed, could start in first.