Sleeping Dragon by means which have never yet been tried

Out of his siblings, Hvit probably spent the most time at the den still. It was a recent development, however, having followed after his short trip beyond the borders. Though he was pretty sure that no one had seen him leave or return, he’d felt it best to stick nearer to the densite so that no suspicions arose. After all, he was the good boy, and children of such titles didn’t just blatantly disobey everything that they’d been told whilst growing up in order to help a raccoon—which was exactly what he had done, not that anybody needed to know that. So when the call was heard he hadn’t been too far off, and so it hadn’t been long before he’d arrived.

A quick glance around revealed to him that he was the only one there, which seemed strange. No matter, the viking continued forward until he could butt his head against the older male’s forelimbs. “K—” stop, wrong language. “Hei.”