Sleeping Dragon by means which have never yet been tried

The headbutt was responded to with a nudge, but he didn’t lean into it like he usually did with Freyja. He’d kept himself still instead, and then took a few steps back so that he wouldn’t hurt his neck by having to look straight up. As of late, he’d spent little of his time around Gavriel, though he’d wanted to seek him out at one point. With their current meeting, it seemed as if he wouldn’t have to do so, he’d just need to figure out how to say what it was that he wanted to—which would have to happen later.

Hvitserk eyed the leg for a moment, but made no move towards it. Rather, he had looked back towards his father and shook his head. He wasn’t hungry at the moment, having eaten recently enough.