Sleeping Dragon bone tongue

The news of the Heda’s choice in a lover hadn’t come as a shock to the boy, for he didn’t quite understand it. He knew of what a mate was, but not what it meant to be one. With a neutral expression on his face, he’d taken to looking towards Freyja, observing her reaction so that his own could form. Was it a bad thing, or something good? Maybe it wasn’t good or bad, but simply was. Given the way in which his sister had responded, he was made to believe that it was, in fact, a good thing. The wagging of her tail and the grin that had spread across her lips made it clear that he, too, should be happy for the two females in question.

Turning his attention back towards Thuringwethil, a small smile had replaced his previous expression. Whilst he didn’t show nearly as much excitement for the new pair as his sister had, he was still happy for them.