Sleeping Dragon friday night lights

A soft tug at his fur had been felt when she’d grabbed hold, but it’d not been enough to cause any real damage. It was hardly felt—and he probably wouldn’t have minded even if it had been—and so he’d wondered if he’d even felt anything at all. If the pull had been real, or if he’d only imagined it. By the time he’d craned his neck to look towards her, though, she’d already distanced herself. It confused him, as he’d thought that they were getting along well. Were they not friends? Granted, they’d met only once before, but during that time he’d trapped her brother in order to keep him from running off to hide again. To him, that had meant that they were friends, since he’d helped her out. Pushing passed the thought, he focused back on her and the predicament she was facing. Her brother was missing, and so he needed to be found.

Moments later and she’d turned away from him, her form blending into the darkness. She was seen well enough for him to follow after her, but he kept as close as possible just in case. If too much space were to find its way between them, he didn’t know if he’d be able to find her again, so avoiding that risk altogether was ideal. She spoke of a lake that was far away, which he knew nothing about. The farthest that he’d ever gone was right outside of the borders, and there’d been no lakes to see out there—from what he remembered, anyways. Since he could rely neither on his eyes nor his mind, that left his nose. Without hesitation, he’d closed the distance between them and ran his muzzle through her fur, inhaling as he did so to better recall the scent of a raccoon. He hoped, then, that his nose would not fail him. That he’d be able to find Mars in no time at all, and maybe try to get him to stop playing the hiding game. “Show me,” the boy voiced, referring to where her brother had last been seen. “Good place to start.” He believed so, anyways.