Bitterroot Valley space is about to fold

@Kratos had promised him a training session this morning, and when Zephyr wakes it's all he can think about — well, that and the fact that he can't breathe, but that's not the Most Important, so it gets shuffled to the side for now. He's been itching for more improvement lately, bothering his mate about it whenever he gets a chance. They're probably both a little sore, but the ice-wraith hardly notices it. He's getting stronger, he thinks; not much, but it's still progress. And he's eager to continue with it.
Unfortunately, his dragon is still sleeping, difficult to pry himself away from when he finally decides he needs to move before he dies. It takes him a few minutes to untangle himself from his mate's suffocating grasp, but when he finally escapes the cage of thick limbs, he breathes a little easier. He turns to leave, first deciding to let Kratos get a little more sleep — but then he changes his mind.
His pace picks up as he turns back, running for a moment before he launches himself at his sleeping dragon, aiming to grab one ear between his teeth and give it a good tug while he simultaneously knocks the air out of him. Not a very pleasant way to wake up, but Zephyr is just returning the favor, sort of. And he's really impatient to get to training.