Sleeping Dragon daylight

Freyja lights up to his suggestion and his tail beats the ground a few times. She agrees, stands, and bounds off in the distance all in one fell swoop that makes him realize how much energy she has. Uncertain if he can keep up, Gavriel grunts to pick himself up and trots the short distance to keep up.

“Mafta op,” he offers, lowering to nudge her along and trots easily toward the river. He keeps his pace slow so they can match one another and the stream isn’t too far from the den. It’s not terrible impressive but it’s wide and shallow, coming up a little past his ankles, safe enough for Freyja to get in and romp around without any danger.

He turns and plops himself down in the cool water, splashing his paws in her direction to invite her in.