Sleeping Dragon If you need it

To be led back was what he wanted, and so he'd waited, but was only offered words. A suggestion, or perhaps it was a challenge, to find out how to get back on his own. Away from the ground and towards the features of his father he'd looked, a frown dragging the corners of his lips down. He didn't want to find out how to get back on his own, he wanted to be taken home, and had expected the man to do so. After all, the adults were there to watch out for him and fix things, weren't they? Gavriel wasn't doing a good job at fixing the situation.

Hvitserk didn't move away, nor did he make any motions that might suggest he was planning to. Instead, he'd given a shake of his head right before inching closer to one of the male's forelimbs, aiming to hit it was his head to encourage the other to start moving. The boy did not want to track his way back, and he didn't want to stay in the unknown, so that meant there was only one option left: Gav had to take him back.