Sleeping Dragon listen how your heart beats inside me

There is little disturbance among them as she settles, but eventually one begins to wiggle near the front of the line. The light colored puppy moves between a sibling and her mother's elbow without making a sound. Illuminated by what little light is left in the day, she's uncertain which puppy is which, but for now they are the same.

What Thuringwethil doesn't notice is the escape of Eske away from the conga line of puppies until her wailing. Her ears droop against her head and she nudges at the puppy. Instead of pushing her back between her siblings, Thuringwethil draws her closer and tucks her neatly into her dark fur with a few quiet-intending licks across her face.