Sleeping Dragon identity

In the morning Indra led them south. Away from the woods, across the open expanse where she'd spotted large deer that she'd never seen before; they were impressive, but more formidable than the two of them could handle.

By midday they had travelled to the foothills of the Sleeping Dragon. Breakfast had long since passed them by at this point. Neither had eaten, so the promise that Indra had given to @Colt the night before lay stale between them.

She found the scent of clean water and it tempted her onward; she stopped upon the bank of it and lapped a few times, only to pause and look over her shoulder upon hearing the sound of something - or someone - moving nearby.