Sleeping Dragon unconscious selection

Another figure appeared – also unfamiliar to the skeletal little coywolf – and he turned to peer at the similarly bred stranger with a sharp twinkle in his eyes. It was the first male who spoke, offering his greetings and a nod of his head, along with the name Gavriel. Indeed, Glu had not met this wolf before, and while he was not a fan of formalities in the least, it was bound to occur when he was so new to the ranks of the Sleeping Dragons. With pointed teeth peeking from beneath his lips, the coywolf flagged his tail once and bobbed his head rather swiftly and awkwardly. “I’m Gluska,” he introduced to the male in a pleasing tenor.
 
Then, directing his attention to the other wolf who had joined them, he canted his head to the side and peered curiously with citrine eyes. “I don’t believe we’ve met either,” he prodded with a short frown. The other coywolf seemed to have taken a silent state upon arrival… perhaps Gavriel knew him and had been waiting for him to arrive.