Sleeping Dragon and sometimes, we only know how to crumble

His excitements causes a thrum of her heart, feeling the tongue against her chin and she steps back to look at him. She hadn’t expected him to be so thrilled but there’s a part of her that enjoys it. His loyalty, while questioned, remained strong. Through the famine, through Gyda stepping down, she knows where his roots are buried.

“Have you met the puppies yet?” she decides to ask, twitching an ear. He’d spend a lot of time around the den as guard but she’d never caught him inside. Gyda has her fondness for the mute and while it wouldn’t surprise her, she’d already gotten excited about introducing him to them.