Sleeping Dragon unconscious selection

The sun beat down on the thin frame of the coywolf healer. His long legs carried him in a bounce with each step that he took, showing the true nature of the blood in his body. Glu appeared the most like the coyotes that shared his heritage; their ways were ever present in the way that he maneuvered and the mannerisms that he had taken on. Even Kaliska had been similar; the two siblings had lacked the graces of the wolf, though they carried the genes inside of them. It did not bother Gluska to think that he could appear as anything other than what he was. Though the halfling had been berated once or twice based on his appearances, he had always found a satisfaction in the skills that his body provided.
 
Trailing the outskirts of the pack for a while, the slender figure caught scent of someone quite unfamiliar. The aroma did belong to the Dragon territory, but it came from a wolf that Gluskap had not yet happened upon. With a squinted gaze, the wispy creature took off at a skipping lope until his sharp gaze caught sight of a formidable appearing creature. The stranger’s pelt looked to be losing tufts in the light of the sun. Glu lifted his tail in greeting and drew his lengthy ears forward atop his skull. “Afternoon,” he purred in a singsong voice.