Sleeping Dragon From my home I started

He hadn't met someone like her, that is, someone so drastically and almost literally split in half. He blinked at her, tilting his head to the side as he caught the tail end of her conversation. He looked around, who had she been talking to? There was no one there. He was frightened for a moment; had Heda brought in some loony?

She seemed pleasant enough when she greeted him, and he smiled back sheepishly, watching her for any concrete signs of madness, or eccentricity that would be detrimental to the pack. He coughed, pointing to his throat, indicating that he had no voice to introduce himself with.