Sleeping Dragon governed as it were by chance

Thyri is the first to pick up on his attention seeking and his tail wags, helping the girl out of the den so that she can bask in the sunlight too. However, she’s quick on her feet as she exclaims a single syllable before rubbing herself on him. For a long time, he didn’t know what sort of influence he would have on his children. If Gyda had chosen none, he’d respect it, and they’d be puppies of the pack and the same responsibility as everyone else, but with the decision of his own weighing heavily over him. He’d put more attention to them that he expected, spending every night nearby to the den (unless it’s raining, in which case Gyda is nice enough to offer him shelter for the night) and making sure they’re safe. 

Now, Thyri calling him pa makes his heart skip a beat.

“Can you say noni?” he says softly into her fur, licking soft kisses across her tiny form. He noses against her which, with her wiggling and uncoordinated mess, might send her tumbling to the ground.