Sleeping Dragon But please don't need it

Tagging @Portia in case she'd like to pop into this. ^^

As they'd progressed across the terrain, another suggestion was offered, which Hvit shook his head in response to. He'd never seen the woman hunt before, and was somewhat convinced that she didn't; or, if she did, that it wasn't so often that they'd be likely to find her doing so. He knew her to be the plant-lady, whilst the red-furred female was the hunting-lady, and so he expected to find Portia around dandy-lions and bees. If she was hunting then it was definitely for flowers, or maybe for bees to make sure that they were doing their job correctly. Yes, that had to be what she was doing, as well as why he'd not seen her recently.

Once they'd stopped and Freyja began sniffing around, he waited. It'd taken longer than the previous time, but he was fine with that since, this time, Portia had been scented. The boy's ears perked up the moment her name had fallen from his sister's tongue, stepping forward and listening, then looking off into the direction that she'd pointed in. With a wagging tail, he'd nudged her shoulder as a way of saying thanks, then started heading east after having motioned for her to follow. The lead was not taken this time, for Hvit had decided that it'd be best for him to keep pace alongside his sister. After all, he needed her nose to keep them going in the right direction, so losing her along the way wouldn't be good at all.