Sleeping Dragon pulse

Her answers approached from the utmost standpoint of logic, but he was still wasn't withholding the soft smirk or the urge to lean into her nudge. He straightened his posture just a bit, still contemplative as he did so in light of her question turned onto him. "What I want? Hm. Nothing like last year for me," he shook his head, for anything good hadn't come until the end of it. "All the same, I suppose: the pack to stay strong, the hunting to be good so we can all stay well-fed, no major incidents.." He licked his lips thoughtfully, not even minding more snow; a part of him almost liked the charm of winter's landscapes. Something about it sang to the arctic in his blood. "And more time with you, with whatever else winter may bring too." he sighed quietly and punctuated it with a nudge back to the side of her muzzle. He was very content here at the Dragon, and with her, in whatever capacity she sees fit, it only makes it better.