Sleeping Dragon But please don't need it

For the most part, Hvit's eyes had stayed on his sister. If she were to change direction, he'd follow suite, as was the case whenever she'd paused or quickened her pace. He relied on and trusted her ability to track the adult down, and so she'd held his focus up until the point in which he'd been nudged. With his gaze finding its way to a familiar form, his tail had started to wag and Freyja was, for less than a second, forgotten. The fact that she'd played a huge part in finding the plant lady pulled him back towards her, though, nose finding its way to her cheek as a way of thanking her; for finding Portia, as well as for answering the adult's question. Then when she'd moved back, the boy invited her forward again, his tail having yet to cease its flailing motions.

Whether or not she'd draw closer, he most likely wouldn't see, for back towards the Skayona had his head turned. Rather than extending a verbal greeting, he'd gone forward and shoved his head into the fur that covered her chest, burying his face and then pulling away with a smile across his maw. She smelled different from the last time they'd been together, carrying a fragrance about her personal one that he was unfamiliar with. It was followed—unintentionally—to the flowers that had been moved aside, towards which he'd pointed his nose. Rather than touching them, he'd looked back to Portia, the same curious gaze that he'd had when looking at the dandelions having filled out his features once again.