Sleeping Dragon wake up, mr. west!

Both had given their word, and so he was hopeful that there would be no future mishaps. Hvit was almost certain that he’d never attempt to swim all alone, but things could change, and so he’d have to do well to remember his conversation with his sister. Especially since he’d promised her that he wouldn’t, and going back on something like that didn’t seem right at all. It seemed similar to lying, which he never wanted to do to his sisters. They were important to him, and so they deserved the truth and honourable words.

An abrupt change had been made to the topic of their conversation, which he was glad for—at first, that is. Just as soon as Freyja had spoken, his head tilted and his brows pinched together. As far as he knew, there was no special technique to pouncing, and definitely nothing that could really be taught. All he ever did was spring forward, which had never seemed, to him, like something that anyone could be better at than another. Although... she had told him about the buddy system, so the least he could do was try, right? With a decision having been made, he’d given a hesitant nod of his cranium.

Briefly had his gaze turned away from her, drifting over the area that surrounded them until he’d found something. Without a word, the boy padded off a short ways in order to pick up a stick, which he’d then brought back towards his sister. It was dropped several steps away from her before he’d backed away from it, looking towards her and then nodding towards the stick. “Jump,” the child instructed, focusing then on her body. It was towards her hind limbs that he’d looked the most, waiting to see her put them to use.