Sleeping Dragon and sometimes, we only know how to crumble

Puppies can join if they want to. :)

There’s a hint of surprise that Hush hadn’t been given the opportunity to see them yet but she supposes some of that had to do with her, and perhaps Gavriel. None of that matters now as she jerks her nose for him to follow and she trots at a leisurely pace in the direction of the mother’s den. She’d gotten to know them well each night—and with Gavriel back her time hasn’t been as frequent—but she looks forward to the day she can see them running around the territory just like any of the others.

As she approaches, Gyda is standing outside and stretching her legs. Perfect timing. They exchange a few words, their intention, and she glances to the side to see if the male is ready. Gyda wanders away for a drink of water, Thuringwethil stepping into the den first to make sure they are all okay and then invites the mute inside.

“Their names are @Freyja, @Thyri, @Hvitserk, and @Eske,” she says as touches each of them gently and respectively.