Sleeping Dragon will it be harvest or a killing storm

He zeroes in on the killing blow of his second hunt attempt for the morning, and this one culminates in bloody success and rabbit screams. The golden Delta makes short work of silencing it then toting it to a nearby vantage point, and one not too far from a series of geysers. He could see them rise not long after he came into sight of them.

Dio settles on a quiet slab of stone and eats his fill, but over his meal, he maintains a watchful vigil and it stays quiet.

He is keenly aware in the perpetual motion the Dragon seems to inspire and suspects it is only the beginning of a greater whole. Possibilities of war loom, a healer turns up suspiciously ill, a new beta arises from seemingly (to him) nowhere, and he is consistently inspired enough by it to hold his footing. So, he knows, once he's finished and with the energy of a fresh kill, he will not be still for long. His rounds of their borderlands feel ceaseless.

He licks his lips, grooms his paws, then rises to shake his coat and effectively scattering the bones left of his rabbit. Afterward, he points his pathway to the west, skimming on along their southern edge into the early afternoon.

maybe @Gyda if you have time for him? or anyone really tbh

always me

The medic had left, which Sangilak was disappointed by. A waste of herbs, a waste of time. Thuringwethil had cared, had let her heart feel for the other. So they had lived longer, only to leave. She was sure the leader was most affected by this, but Sangilak feels an anger toward Lucani; the woman should have died, and had survived thanks to mercy. A mercy that Sangilak, herself, would have never been inclined to give. No amount of thanks would make her feel that it was a worthy cause.

Sangilak had been heading westward and saw a familiar face. Her glacial eyes fall upon him and she regards him for a moment in silence. She had been patrolling, as ever; the geysers would keep their silence for the hour before bursting, and Sangilak intended to be away from the sounds of them by then.

Time and again, he notes where Lucani's scent is fading so rapidly away to nothing. Without the healer, matters shift in a subtle way he's never felt it to be as here -- she's been a wolf of this pack since the very start, after all, so it's only to be expected. But he jogs on anyway because there is nothing for him to do to change it, especially not measuring it by the exact extent of the efforts put towards her by the leadership and others. The circumstances that surround it all, even starting at the sudden illness, seem suspicious yet he keeps his nose out of it for now.

It is far more advantageous for someone like him to focus on maintaining their claim, and the defense of their mountain -- especially with tensions rising with the neighbors to the south. Although he does not suspect the Maplewood to be quite so ignorant as to come sniffing blindly around up here, or even bold enough to show their faces in the shadow of their smoldering lands, it spurs a certain sort of satisfaction in knowing that he's ready if they do.

And, as intent as he is on forward momentum, her approach slows him up just a touch so he may grant her a beat of his focus. His nostrils flare and he takes in full sight of her with a small grunt of greeting as his tail flicks upward. She's only becoming more prevalent among the Dragon's ranks by the day, and he's noticed. Her spaces on the boundaries overlapped his often.

He eyes her boldly, but doesn't say anything and keeps his legs moving. He knows she's effective and proud, so he is outright with himself. His head is tall and ears pricked at her questioningly.

Sangilak enjoys testing him, his wit, and his patience. The man before her was one Sangilak liked well. He had earned her respect for his will, but what of his strength? Still, on this day, Sangilak was at ease around him. She does not challenge him, but merely gestures to the path ahead. Surely she would test the man again, but this day Sangilak was content to simply patrol.

So she moves ahead slowly, driven by her desire to mark and to protect and to maul those who might come past the borders. As his legs keep himself moving, Sangilak picks up her pace to move alongside him, her own tail lax between her legs. Her true ambitions had yet to waken, though things changed by the day.

As with many things he has come to integrate into here in the Dragon, he does not have the words for what it is with her. Something about the unspoken bond remains shifting, yet somewhat incomplete -- or perhaps more accurately, always with room to grow and change. He knows she has intentions, he can just feel it in his bones, but not exactly what they may be. This ambition and desire he respects, for he knows she holds strength close to her heart as well, and at the very same time, he wonders what it may mean for the Dragon itself should she have her way.

Beside her, he finds a good, ground-covering stride after a lingering side-long glance (and knowing smirk) her way. The march is on, though, so his attentiveness to the setting does not waver for long at all and he is eager to move forward with the company. Dio chuffs softly, ears forward and eyes keened as he dared the wilds to test their dual force.