Sleeping Dragon whose line is it anyway?

The nudged received from his sister had done little to change his mood, but it had served as a nice distraction for the time being. Some other time, perhaps he would ask either her or an adult about what he might have done wrong, seeing as it was clear he’d upset the raccoon in some way. Or, maybe, he’d forget about it. It’d be just as easy to do that as it’d be to ask right then and there—in theory, that is—as his mind would continue to view what he’d done as a good thing. Hvit had been helping out, which was exactly what Twix had wanted. Telling himself this, his spirits were lifted back up, only to be slapped back down again the second he heard the creature’s question.

Hvit glanced between the two females, then settled on his sister and whined. Thereafter, he’d tossed his head back in the direction of the other siblings, checking to make sure that they were still there. Were they really going to leave? Didn’t they want to play some more?