Dragonblooded Council

The Dragonblooded Council
Under the waning moonlight, a dark furred she-wolf stalks the forestline, ears perked for any spot of noise. Blue eyes flit about, intermixed with jade flecks, as she silently observed the empty space, devoid of other life. A fallen log here, a small cave of rocks there... a perfect denhome. A few blinks, before the she-wolf tips her head back, loosening a long, almost mournful howl. The world becomes silent for those moments, dragging on unbearably as she waited, and waited... and eventually an answering howl returns to her. Andrei had made it. She lowered her head, blinking before giving a quiet, affectionate chuff, waiting for her mate to wind his way to her. Yes, this was perfect for them, he would certainly agree. The perfect place to begin their mission, and their pack. Her blood sings with warmth, and she smiles idly to herself as Andrei finds her, the quiet beats of wings in their ears.