Sleeping Dragon But please don't need it

Though it'd taken a moment, he'd focused on the fact that his message had been understood, for that was what mattered the most. He'd stood back and watched as she'd dropped her nose to the ground, waiting to hear the verdict. Whenever he inhaled, he'd not scented Portia in the air, but perhaps she'd be easier to locate if the ground was paid attention to. And so when Freyja had started to lift her head, he'd grown excited, only for that very same eagerness to be torn away from him once her frown was noticed. A weight was felt sinking into the pit of his stomach, formed purely out of disappointment. She wasn't there, but—and he hoped that this was the case—maybe she was elsewhere, just as his sister had suggested.

Hvit had often avoided the other dens, keeping to the one that belonged to his family and the surrounding area. However, if there was a chance that his favoured adult was in one of them, then he'd be sure to visit them all more often in the future. The invitation was taken, a new feeling of determination having shoved his disappointment from a moment ago away. The whelp kept moving onward until the homes of others were reached, where he'd then come to a complete stop before looking back towards Freyja. Though he said nothing, he had motioned towards the ground again, urging her to take a whiff.