Sleeping Dragon bone tongue

The next information doesn’t necessarily come as a surprise and perhaps only because he’d gotten the chance to work with Dio for the last several months. Their time together has been with purpose and he’s seen the capability but he can’t help the feeling creep into the back of his mind. He isn’t a wolf from Seageda, as he is—or Rebekka—and he wonders vaguely if that should have given him an advantage. He’s done just as much, or so he believes, but his time with Heda hasn’t been as frequent. In Seageda, he never would have been close to the position, but here he had a chance—or so he thought.

He watches the male step closer to Heda, flicking his attention to Wildfire and then, finally, to Portia as it shifts to the stranger at the border. He knows little about the incident, but a death had occurred, and their leader further marked to prove it. He’d been there for the others, though blind to the four other fresh ones marked upon her, and he recalls his own set in a place of intimacy of his family. When the task has finished, he lifts his head a little to wear the same pride as the others within their clan, strengthening the bond between them all.