Sleeping Dragon i am made of shrapnel

She rejected his gift, to his disappointment. He whined with confusion; was she not hungry? It seemed a waste to just toss it aside. Perhaps he would have to put it in the cach— Oh. Hush's ears flattened at first, but he straightened up and accepted her challenge. His stance widened and his eyes hardened slightly, huffing in the affirmative. He would spar with her.