Sleeping Dragon Green energy orange

Dwin drifted in and out of sleep. The downside of being outside the protection her home offered, was the necessity to always be aware of her surroundings. Nothing bad had happened to her yet, but her instincts still told her to be careful. Sometimes, when she was in a particularly homesick mood, she listed all the things she missed from Brecheliant. And having a hearty nap, preferably besides one of her family members, without the worry of being taken advantage of while sleeping, was in the top three. 

No one had managed to sneak upon her up until now (the encounter with the alien did not count), but she missed the arrival of the dark-furred wolf. It was a bit of a shock to see the figure of a man taller than her seemingly materialize out of the fumes and for a good moment she stared at him wide-eyed, frozen on the spot, while her mind decided the next plan of action. "Hello!" she decided to engage in a conversation, because time for running away had been missed. Dwin calculated correctly that it would not take the man much effort to hunt her down, if he so desired. 

"Do you happen to live here?" she asked. "Am I intruding?"