Sleeping Dragon daughter of Vingolf

Whether it had been to prove a point or simply to ensure that she knew which teat belonged to him, Hvit had continued to push against his sister. For a moment, he'd kept himself latch onto that which was his, suckling away while his limbs flailed around him. Whenever he'd managed to hit something, the feeling would barely register within his mind. Still, once he'd been caught, it'd been noticed almost immediately. His little paw could move no longer, made a prisoner within his sister's mouth, but never did that stop him from trying to move it around again. Forward, backwards, quick circle, spaztastic shaking... he broke out every weapon from within his arsenal, all in an attempt to set his foot free. When that didn't work—more so because his movements were anything but capable of positive results—his mouth had unlatched from the life source and he'd let out a whine, head turning in the process. He began to strongly resemble a bobblehead as he'd nosed around in the area he thought his paw was in, mouthing at whatever he could reach and continuing to let out several, sharp noises here and there.