Sleeping Dragon my heart has always been soaked in rocket fuel and sorrow

Thanks Mica, and nice to meet you Ryan!

Lucani's first day in the fledgeling pack at Sleeping Dragon had already proven promising. Having met the commanding Thuringwethil and the teenaged Snacha the evening before, she awoke to a plethora of plans for the day. By the time the sun had hit the horizon, shooting pale blue light across the Winter sky, Lucani was already out on an expedition to find medical supplies as instructed. Her intention was initially a scouting mission. The territory was in the process of being claimed, and had already progressed to the point at which Lucani was fairly confident that flora would not be thieved from the land.

So she ventured over rock and grasslands, crags and woodland, making note of the sparse foliage. There were some she hadn't even seen before. Such plants were fascinating and would require careful inspection and consideration before using. Mostly there was naught but snow and dead grass, but the lands at the base of the mountain had a lot of promise.

Later in the day, the medicinal scout caught scent then sight of a pair at the borders. One was the tall, dominant form of young Thuringwethil, and the other was unfamiliar. Moving closer, Lucani saw the submissive loner to be a muscular, impressive wolf, and she felt a surge of hope — another new companion, another new face for the pack? She approached, long body already moving elegantly into submission for Thuringwethil, but she didn't take the stance of a lone wolf. Lucani was a packmate now.

She slowed a short distance away. She felt that Thuringwethil would approve of her socialising, but, on the other hand, she also got the impression that this was a somewhat personal meeting. There was distinct familiarity in the male stranger's eyes. So Lucani kept a bit of distance — not hesitant, but respectfully unintrusive, stepping forward only if the Alpha bid it.