Sleeping Dragon whose line is it anyway?

Night had settled over the land, which meant the time to sleep had arrived. At first, the boy had been dozing soundly, sprawled out across the floor of the den. His paws had twitched a few time, kicking at the empty air as he'd started an adventure within his dreamland. There was nothing to chase, nothing to lurch towards, but there had been the evil lady and his leaves. Just as he'd done numerous times before, he'd run forward to get around her—which had, unbeknownst to him at the time, sent his body forward outside of dreamland. The boy had pulled himself up and lunged forward, causing for him to crash right into one of his sisters. The impact had been enough to wake him up, causing for him to shake his head and blink a few times, waiting for his eyes to adjust and focus on the other body; he'd recognized it almost immediately as belonging to Freyja. Scurrying back a few steps, he'd stared at her before approaching again, nosing her in apology.

The idea of sleep had vanished from his mind entirely at that point, and so he'd swung his head towards the entrance before heading towards it, inviting his sister along at the last second because he felt bad for trying to squish her. A verbal apology would never come, so the least he could do was go adventuring with her for realsies to make up for it. Thus, Hvit had continued forward, walking aimlessly until he'd heard a noise, towards which his head had then turned with ears perked atop his crown. A glance over his shoulder in order to search for his sister had been made, but he'd hardly seen her before having swung his head back around and took off in the direction of the noise. Despite having been told to be quieter when moving days prior, he'd trudged along without much care for how great of a commotion he made, deciding that they'd gone far enough from the den for it to be a safe zone.

As the geyser field was crossed into, he'd slowed, looking around. Had one of his other sisters wandered out without him having taken notice? It was possible, but incorrect. Hvitserk continued forward until he'd seen a weird smudge—to be later known as Twix—against the darkness of a wall. It stuck out to him enough to draw him towards it, nose working to try and figure out who it was, but having been unable to recognize the smell. Looking to Freyja, he'd wondered if she knew what it was, which was clear given his expression of confusion.