A large head rose from sleep as a crystal blue eyes of a dyer wolf searched the area around the waterfall.  The night passed by too quickly for the two as they spent days walking in order to make it to the mountains in time for the dragon-born ceremony. With ears pelt forward, the dyer wolf rose to his black-socked feet and looked around for the source of the winds disturbance.<br/><br/>Feeling the movement of his familiar, Vican opened his eyes and watched as he stood, then followed his movements.  "What is it, hm, Byrn?"  He scratched the back of his ear and replaced his weapons to the proper places on his body.  "Let's go see, shall we?"  He ran his hands through his rusty, curly hair and placed the hood of his under-armor over it.