Sleeping Dragon governed by sound reason and true religion

There's something overwhelming about the puppies swarming him, battling against one another without realizing it. Freyja scoots her way up the length of his arm while Hvitserk lets out a cry, concern lacing him enough that he doesn't see Eske's frustration. He's prepared to grab Gyda on what to do but slowly, his eye lids peel back and Gavriel's own widens in surprise. Eske's had been open already and he glances to her to compare. He returns to give the boy a few licks, wobbling his head in the process before he does the same to the other two.

Gavriel heaves a sigh, a satisfied smile on his face, as he watches them grow and change before his eyes. There's a part of him that wants to do this every day, be apart of their lives, be their father but there's something that tugs at the back of his mind he's inclined to (at least for the time being) to ignore. With a thud of his tail, he buries his face between the puppies playfully while he growls and rumbles his taunts.