Sleeping Dragon governed by sound reason and true religion

Vague post is vague. Any and all pups welcome!

It's nightfall when Gavriel returns with a kill, splitting it with Gyda before they both take their positions but not before he's encouraged to spend a little more time with them. They've eaten not long ago and are, for the most part, quiet. A smile lingers on her features as he settles into the den, a little cramped with the both of them, but inspects the wiggling bodies again. 

He gently noses @Freyja first and she wiggles to the touch, and ultimately moves down the line to @Hvitserk. His quietness a good sign, but unpredictable, from what little he's been informed. His concern remains, despite what capable hands the boy is in. Gavriel spends a moment longer on the boy, licking him along his back gently. @Eske is nestled up parallel with Gyda and @Thyri is digging into her sister for her own comfortable spot. 

He watches them, lowering his head to the ground, and feels a swell in his chest over the things he's helped create.