Sleeping Dragon buy me a thorn before you buy me a rose

OH HELLO.

Edging closer and closer to three weeks old, Freyja had discovered something magnificent. Not walking, no, because she'd discovered that some days ago and absolutely adored it because it meant she could scuttle everywhere. No, what she had discovered now — right this very moment — was something even better.

Her lovely new ears had just picked up a very distant sound: howling. And it was beautiful. She loved it. So the sinuous little pup thrust her tiny muzzle up high and howled through the den: Ahh-WOOOO! It was a very, very, very squeaky howl. And when she saw a stranger in the mouth of the den, she faced him happily, tail wagging madly, and did it again: AAAWOOOOOOOOOOO!