Sleeping Dragon i held ghosts in my arms

He smirked at her, for she took it in stride just as he had hoped she would be able to. For that, the proud wolf was glad. "Well, good. Their contributions come together well," he approved with a nod, vaguely trying to picture either parent of hers with the scraps he knew and probably only got within ballpark range of correct. "I don't know who to blame for mine. My mother was white-furred.. light blue eyes, not quite like.. this, exactly." he speculated with a quiet snicker. It did indeed come from his paternal side up the line a ways, not that he knew of this despite suspicions, although the arctic blood of his dam helped lighten his coat colors.

Dio gave her question a quick consideration before he'd answer. "I'm thinking out again. Maybe towards the northern borders, and see if there's anything worth catching while I'm there. You?" he asked. Since they did not often cross pathways, he guessed she either kept different times than him or just moseyed different paths. The Dragon was surprisingly expansive.