Permafrost Hollows it's making me mad

A hum of approval rumbles within the dragon as the wraith follows the impish lead—his eyebrows lifting, own tail swishing with the brief temptation to turn patrol to play.
Good idea, Kratos praises, now curious what other possibilities roam ahead. He beckons with his muzzle further along the boundary, and this time, takes the lead in continuing their patrol.