Barrier Gulch desire and need and failure all spell out

dracarys doubted wrong.

the greeting draws his attention, pale silverbound gaze flickering like blue flames to the other man; covered in a coat of reds and sands that blended well with the gulch's colors.

the sandviper stirs, recognizing him by face, no doubt seen in passing, but not by name. allowing a moment to stretch like a waned heartbeat before he lets out a low noise of greeting in return; rising to his paws once more; the scent of verapaz hanging heavy upon the other man.

a packmate? or the new leader? dracarys wasn't so sure, but does not doubt that time would reveal such to him sooner rather than later. questions needle at the tip of his tongue but remain drawn back. you're of verapaz, too. a statement offered, instead.