Sleeping Dragon stormchaser

Wherever she would move, the young boy would follow. To her side, he would stick himself, watchful of her movements so that he might not miss out on a single thing. As was the same when she’d led him inside, his eyes never trailing away from her small form. Several times had he stopped to shake his coat free of any liquid, but quickly would he approach her directly afterwards. When she’d settled in for the night, Hvit had done so as well. Against his mother had the viking pressed his back, whilst his muzzle buried itself into his sister’s soft coat. There, with her, he’d easily found sleep and drifted off into the land of dreams.