Sleeping Dragon But please don't need it

Whilst the attention of his sister had been lost, it'd been quite the opposite for Hvit. Interested in the plants, as well as in hearing the older wolf's voice, he'd made sure to not let his gaze drift away from her. Focused, attentive, and wanting to learn. The fact that plants could do so much more than make him sneeze or just look pretty was a strange fact to consider, but he didn't dislike the thought. They were helpful, capable of fixing issues that even his parents might not be able to. He wanted to know more—as much as he could learn, actually.

At the mention of paste, his head had tilted, possessing no words within his vocabulary to which he might compare it. Looking to Freyja as she spoke, he'd been met with her gaze. After responding to her with a shrug of his shoulders, it was back towards Portia that he'd looked, expecting an answer. After all, she knew all about these sorts of things, so she'd definitely be able to explain it in a way that they'd understand.