Sleeping Dragon in the space between chaos and shape, there was another chance

When she comes near the little dragon den, she finds Hvitserk resting. She hadn't seen much of him since the day she took him to the borders and Goliath had been there. He hadn't listened to her well while she took care of business but perhaps he remembered the lesson well enough that taking him away won't be a difficult task. Hvitserk is up and in her direction in just a moment, tail wagging and she can't help the smile that forms on her features.

"Good morning," she shares in a tongue she knows he's familiar with. Having more wolves to speak their language and give comfort to the few that remain from Seageda has been something she often looked forward to. The puppies won't be alienated in languages, either, as they are all familiar with the languages of their family. "Want to come with me?" she asks a beat later, curious to see if any of the other goufas cared to tag along.