Sleeping Dragon daylight

wanna wrap it up? :)

He turns to see the girl running for him, screaming a cry well enough for the battlefield, and he braces for impact. There isn’t much force behind herself thrown at him, but he gives an over-exaggerated oof before she rubs her muddy form against him. He belts out a laugh, lowering his head and nudging behind her ear that smears a particularly large clump of mud. It is likely Gyda will turn them around and send them off to clean up but the fun and happiness in Freyja’s eyes is enough to give him that risk.

“Let’s go,” he murmurs, nudging her along.