Sleeping Dragon things which have never yet been done

When he finds Gyda’s scent, he follows it and he is not led astray and instead directly into her path. He sees her form and he offers a similar smile in return, waving his tail a few times behind him as he trots the distance to a close. He’d grown fond of her in the last several months but that does not surprise him, as any two wolves raising children together and spending the amount of time together, does bring them closer.

Their styles in parenting aren’t entirely different but it is obvious where the children have favored and he can’t deny it. Their strength and health prospered and he couldn’t fault Thuringwethil and Wildfire for seeking out his aide, even though he’d denied the chance.

“Gyda,” he says quietly and reaches forward to bump his nose against her cheek. “I was looking for you.”