Sleeping Dragon by means which have never yet been tried

When it came to protecting his sister, boundaries didn’t exist. Hvit couldn’t see the difference between killing someone over harming her and killing someone that had disrespected the pack in some way. To him, hurting Freyja was a form of disrespect, and he felt as if no one should be spared from the consequences that came along with doing so; the giant’s status as a member of the pack didn’t matter to him at all. His father’s lack of interest in taking the beast down confused him because of this, but the child said nothing in regards to it. He’d simply trailed after the man as they sought out his sister.

As Freyja had been spotted, the boy offered a wag of his tail and closed the distance between them as quickly as he could. For a moment, whilst he focused on her, his earlier anger had been forgotten. He’d gone up to and nudged her cheek, then sat beside her just as Gavriel had taken a step back. Hvitserk kept quiet, of course, but continued to look between the two of them expectantly.