Sleeping Dragon somewhere a bloodmoon hangs in the sky

A small, grey ball of  fur and legs waddles over to her, avoiding Dio in a wide arch. She gives the man a small smile, nudging him playfully-- though she felt he was not quite the playful type-- and turns back to the child. Her bundle sits neatly at her feet, and she does not yet toy with it, but pays the child her entire attention. With a deep bow of her head to the young prince, she begins to speak-- knowing good and well the boy would not respond "Goufa!" she says, smiling brightly. "You must be Hvitserk then?" she adds, lowering her head for him to better see her face. It was finally nice to put a name to this adorable face-- and even better, a face to the name of the pup she'd helped heal not too long ago. It appeared he really had healed just fine-- and that thought warmed her heart.

"This is Dio, hun," she then offers, nudging the man sitting opposite of her. "He is a Gona-- and a wonderful one at that." Not that she'd know, she'd never seen him fight before-- but the pup wouldn't know that.