Sleeping Dragon wake up, mr. west!

Hvitserk would have preferred that the topic be dropped in favour of something more interesting, but it hadn't been that simple. Apparently, the buddy system was a fairly important thing, for his sister had proceeded to then explain to him what it was. Her speech was dramatic, but had succeeded in making his eyes widen once or twice. Never had he thought about going swimming in the creek, and especially not alone, but her words served as a way to better ensure that he wouldn't. She'd spoken of freezing and death, but what had hit him the hardest was that herbs couldn't do anything to save a wolf from such a fate. If he were to go swimming alone, then there'd be nothing in existence that could save him, and that scared the viking. The concept of death was a hard one to understand, but even still, he was certain that he didn't want it. No, life was going far too well for him, he didn't want to ever lose it.

By the time she'd finished and confessed to him, Hvit's ears were back and his posture drooping. "Don't wanna swim," he'd muttered, then wondered immediately after if that's what she'd been doing. From skeptical to suspicious, his expression had shifted whilst he stared at Freyja. Had she gone swimming alone? And, if so, what had been the point to her story? The child wanted to believe that his sister wouldn't ever lie to him, but her fur was damp and there was no one else around them. She'd done something, and he wanted to know what.