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

While it feels like only a blink since the warmth of the summer, winter's come upon them in full finally, cold and quick just as he's always known it. But his spirits stay lofty this turn of the season, something simply encouraged by the bounty spread before them to celebrate this Wintam Dina.

Together they made short work of the elk and next, his attention falls to the commander as he settles nearby her for the time. There remains the faraway memory of his last winter, so very unlike the one he faced this time around. It almost feels like more than a year since then. Yet, soon, the Dragon will have stood for one full year, and not long after that it would mark his anniversary among their lot as well. Just as Heda had said, this would only be the first of many.

But, introspective nostalgia aside, his lips watered and the hunger he had worked up pinched at his belly. Soon enough, it was time to feast and he dug his teeth in, being more than content to eat his share among the comrades of the Dragon. When the meal began to taper off, he drew back to observe quietly (lingering halfway on a few of their newer faces sometimes) and groom up a bit more. When he felt satisfied with that, he drifted silently to a seat beside Portia, opposite Chessur, and greeted her with a soft nudge before he waited to see where this all would go next.