Sleeping Dragon Syn

Before settling upon his belly, Jörmungandr offered a quiet prayer to Svart. The man’s eye shifted from the skies to the earth beneath his paws. He was quiet and reverent for a long while before he rested his chin upon his feet and watched the natural world move around him. The shade of the great stone was cast upon his back. The light of the sun was diminished by it. The heat still lingered in the air.

A mountain gopher appeared from a hole in the ground. It scurried up the length of a fallen log and perched at the end of it with twitching whiskers. Jörmungandr eyed the creature with an impassive expression. The little rodent gripped something in its hands and brought it to its lips. It munched before spinning sharply and staring into the shade, not where Jörmungandr rested, but beyond that.

The dark wolf lifted his head and turned to search the same area. His ears were drawn to a point.

I AM SO BLESSED! Goodness, it makes me giddy to write with you so many times. >w<