Sleeping Dragon i'll be right by your side till 3005

As usual, Hvitserk remained silent whilst his sister ate, the time being used to then lick his muzzle clean. Once he’d finished, it wasn’t exactly perfect, but it’d been good enough. Besides, he’d not had enough of room within his mind to care about such trivial things, for his time was better spent focusing on something else: Freyja’s story.

Every ounce of his attention had been given to her, ears fully erect atop his head so that he’d be less likely to miss out on anything shared. And, as he listened, his tail swept across the ground behind him, excited to hear all about her journey away from home. In the process of listening to her tale, he’d even learned something new! Whilst the viking was well aware of regular deer and how they appeared, he couldn’t recall having ever even heard about a mule deer. He wondered just how ugly they were, but mostly about how they tasted—was it the same sort of flavour as a regular deer, or entirely different? The question was not asked, but, this time, it wasn’t because he didn’t wish to speak. Instead, it was due to his want to taste one himself someday and be surprised by it.

She spoke of having met a stranger, and immediately had he felt glad over the fact that Wildfire had known the male. Not all of those beyond the pack were nice, he knew, and so he felt the need to watch out for her. Hearing then that he was invited along for their next adventure gave him the perfect opportunity to do so, which he was extra happy about. “I’ll come,” he told her, unable to stop smiling. “We’ll have fun.” And maybe she could even show him a mule deer!