Sleeping Dragon unconscious selection

The scent of another catches his attention and he turns and, for a second, thinks he’s looking at Hush, if only for the similar features of his face. The longer he’s in his presence, however, he notes the darker fur and a mor confident stature—at least from he’s recalled of the lower ranked male—and shrugs a shoulder when he comes to a stop.

“Hey,” he greets, though the wolf’s name is unknown to him. He knows there’s been a new addition to the ranks but the call had meant little when they’d yet to meet face to face. A new scent distracts him and he turns, searching for the familiar face of the other coywolf as he comes and makes himself comfortable nearby. He nods his head in acknowledgment and glances back to the other. “I’m Gavriel.”