Sleeping Dragon whose line is it anyway?

Directions on how they might leave had been given, which disappointed the boy greatly. He’d wanted to learn more about the funny-looking creatures, as well as play with them, but it seemed as if he might not be able to do either. All he’d been able to do was watch as they left, but never had he stepped forward in order to follow. He’d lingered there at his sisters side, looking towards her only after she’d nudged him. The fact that she’d told the raccoons how they could escape wasn’t held against her, as he was aware that she’d only been helping them out. Thus he’d leaned into her, refusing, now, to look back in the direction that their newly made friends had gone in.

For the rest of the time spent together, Hvit would remain just as quiet as usual. He’d neither spoken nor moved for the first few moments, the latter streak meant to be broken only after Freyja did so first. Wherever she might go next, he would follow, though his mind was sure to drift back to the black and grey animals periodically all throughout the rest of their day.