Sleeping Dragon Weave a secret

He did not know Dio. He knew of him, and that he was a friend of Portia’s, but that was it. Aside from that, the older male was a complete mystery to him, and he didn’t like that. In order to be near to someone and feel comfortable, he needed to know them by more than just their name. He needed to know that he could trust them, whether it be with something as small as his voice, or as great as his life; it was important to him that he not feel on edge when in the company of another. It made him curious about the elder wolf, wanting to learn more so that he wouldn’t have to worry over what he might do. At the same time, though, he didn’t want to get close enough to actually learn. Hvitserk was content with the friends that he had, really, so was there a need to make more? The question was a silly one for him to ask himself, for he knew that it was necessary for him to come out of his shell more. Those beyond the pack could be looked upon with distrust as much as he wanted, but it was different for those within the pack. In the back of his mind, he knew that he needed to find it within himself to trust them, in the very least, since they were all there to stay.

A question brought him back into the real world, where he blinked and then shook his head. Nothing of interest had been seen, it was just a regular night for the young viking. If he had seen anything out of the ordinary, then it hadn’t been interesting enough to leave an impression, and thus was forgotten. Off of the words and onto the man had his attention been pulled, the steps taken having been noticed. No matter how small they’d been, it hadn’t mattered. Still had the hairs along his back and neck started to stand on edge, whilst his legs and tail both stiffened. As usual, his muscles tensed in preparation for a pounce, since it’d quickly become his go-to for instances such as the current.