Sleeping Dragon wake up, mr. west!

A kiss upon his muzzle was delivered, which he’d wagged his tail in response to. Of his sisters, Freyja had always seemed to be the most affectionate, and he was rather fond of her because of that; that, and the fact that she was always there for him, of course. Even then, as their lesson was drawn to a close, she’d remained with him and offered her help. It was more so, then, out of his want to stay with her for a bit longer that he’d thought about her question, rather than because he was in dire need of her assistance. Few ideas came to mind, however, and so the second a decent one had appeared, he’d jumped for it. Without taking another moment for his thoughts to work themselves out, he’d asked, “Spar?” A tilt of his head followed after, curious of her answer. He wanted to train whenever he could so that he could get stronger, that way he'd be able to protect Freyja and the rest of his family. As always, he wouldn’t hold it against her if she declined, since a day couldn’t pass them by without her being there to help him in some other way.