Dragoncrest Cliffs every war has been this one

finally--finally!!!--they agreed to take him to heda. it was like pulling teeth, but he'd managed it. the journey was a breeze, compared to how far he had come to reunite with his old acquaintance, his current deity. now they stood on the borders, where they had made their new home. he wondered why they had moved from sleeping dragon. he hadn't asked. it had been the least of his concerns.

denali's icy eyes wandered over the russet girl that appeared first, noting the authority with which she spoke. fine and dandy, but she wasn't heda. neither was the burly male that arrived. no one really acknowledged his presence, which was aggravating; they spoke of war instead, something he was utterly unfamiliar with. he didn't fucking care about war.

his ears did turn, however, when helix, the big woman, mentioned heda. "she's here? she's really here?" he blurted, not wanting to believe any of it. denali had spent much of the trip thinking that this was all a ruse, that these wolves were leading him somewhere to kill him. but the scent that layered the territory's edge was familiar, if only vaguely--they seemed to be in the right place.

once he saw her face, it would all be real. until then, he believed nothing.