Sleeping Dragon wake up, mr. west!

The adventure taken the night before had left him exhausted and in desperate need of sleep, and so the boy had settled down early in the morning in order to rest. For how long he'd slept, never would he be aware, but it'd been well into the afternoon when he'd been awoken by a voice. At first, he'd ignored it, having rolled onto his other side and sealed his eyes shut. Sleep wasn't keen on taking him back, however, the voice of his sister having started to repeat within his mind. It'd made him curious, the need to know what it was that she wanted having forced him to sit up. Yawning, the next step had been taken as he'd pushed himself up to his feet, and then gave a somewhat rough shake of his body. It had served two purposes: to rid his coat of any debris, as well as to wake himself up fully.

As Hvit had walked towards her, he'd stretched out his legs, waking up his muscles and readying his body for whatever she had planned. With her words having been rushed and her tone breathless, he'd wondered what exactly she might have been doing, as well as if it tied into why he'd been woken up. A nudge to her cheek was offered shortly after his approach as a way of greeting his sister, but he'd done nothing else afterwards, keeping still and attentive in order to hear what it was that she had in mind for the day—or to at least receive an explanation on what she'd been doing prior to having arrived there, for his touch had revealed a dampness to her fur.