Sleeping Dragon you are made of galaxies with stardust stuck to your ribs

Any puppy is welcome but maybe @Freyja or @Eske?

With Gavriel gone for the time being, again, Thuringwethil has taken some time to guard the puppies. She isn’t able to spend as much time as she had before but any she gets around them is good enough for her, at least for now. When Wildfire and Gavriel returns, she hopes to pick back up with the presence in their lives as they grow into Drageda. This morning, she stops by to give Gyda time to stretch her legs and something to eat. They exchange a hug, a few comforting words, and Thuringwethil turns to the den once the mother disappears into the distance.

“Who wants to come outside?” she murmurs toward them, knowing they won’t exactly understand her, but nonetheless Thuringwethil feels the excitement.