Sleeping Dragon whose line is it anyway?

There'd been a moment where his gaze had locked with his sister's, during which he'd witnessed her own uncertainty. She knew just as little as he did, a name for the strange animal seeming to not yet exist within either of their minds. It was, perhaps, somewhere within their vocabularies, but neither seemed to have ever seen the mammal or had it described well enough to put two and two together. The boy's legs grew stiff, ears staying upright as his eyes focused back on the raccoon. Was it going to hurt them? It seemed small, but maybe it could do a lot despite its size. Curious, he'd tried to sniff at it, wanting to further inspect the thing. He'd not stepped any closer, however, having chosen to keep back just in case it turned out to be unfriendly.

It was soon revealed that the thing went by Twix, but that hadn't explained what she was. Hvit's head tilted, but he'd said nothing. Maybe they'd be told about what she was later, and possibly even more. The thought had him straightening back out, not against the idea of learning about the strange creature. It hadn't been for much longer that he'd allowed for himself to stare at her, however, having been made to tear his eyes away in order to look towards Freyja. As always, it was expected that she'd speak for the both of them, and so he hadn't even made a move that might suggest he'd say something first for once. No, his sister had gotten him used to hearing her voice, and so he didn't often feel it necessary to use his own when she was around. If it was important, then he would, but he trusted her to handle introductions—she'd done them plenty of times before, after all.

As he'd waited to hear the sound of his sister's voice, Hvitserk had glanced back towards the stranger, listening closely. He'd learned that she had a brother, which piqued his interest a bit. So, whatever she was, they could have siblings. He'd remember that for later, just in case the information might ever be necessary. Presently, however, he'd given a nod to show that he'd help out. If he were to do so, then perhaps he might take a step closer to figuring out what Twix was. Yet, his plan had been destroyed as another of her kind came into the picture, hissing out words. Without thinking, the boy had lurched forward to try and pin the male raccoon down with his weight just as he had done with the rabbit. His attempt had not been made with the intention to cause harm, however, but to keep him from running off. Wouldn't want for Twix's brother to run away and hide again.