Sleeping Dragon whose line is it anyway?

While his sister had hoped to keep him on her side, it was already that Hvit had agreed to offer his help. A who wasn't the same as a what, but he'd hoped that the latter might be revealed if he'd assisted in the locating of Twix's brother. He'd looked to Freyja when she'd spoken, but he'd made no sound or gesture that might suggest he agreed with her. It was quickly that his attention had shifted to the fact that they hadn't been introduced, and so he'd let out a soft wuff to gain her attention. Without saying anything, he'd turned back to face the creature that had been squashed beneath him, tail waving behind him because he'd done something good! The boy had caught him, and so now he wouldn't be able to run away and hide again. He was certain that that was what the female had wanted, though her reaction suggested otherwise.

More words were exchanged, but he'd paid the most attention to the shriek. His ears had fallen flat against his skull whilst his tail ceased all movement, the fur along his back having bristled out of uncertainty. Hadn't he been good? The thing—which he'd learned was a raccoon—had attempted to pull at and free the one trapped beneath the boy's weight, but to no avail. Rather than getting up and releasing the male, he'd wiggled around on top of him, stretching his neck out so that he could try and poke Twix's hand with his nose. Your brother is fine, he'd wanted to tell her, I won't hurt him. All Hvitserk had wanted to do was help, but he'd definitely not gotten the reaction that he'd been expecting.

For a moment longer, he'd stared between the two raccoons, then looked towards his sister. Just as quickly as he'd lurched forward, the wolf had gotten back up, pulling his weight off of Mars before taking a few steps back. There was confusion written all over his face at that point, unable to understand what he'd done wrong.