Sleeping Dragon daylight

Freyja’s laughter becomes music to his ears as she sings while he still crawls through the muddy bank. He eventually gets to all fours and water drips from his fur, mud falling off him in chunks, and he braces himself for a sudden and forceful shake. Water and mud flings off in all direction, no doubt hitting his daughter here and there, but the whole point was to get her as messy as possible while she is enjoying it.