Sleeping Dragon somewhere a bloodmoon hangs in the sky

He knew the time would come when the puppies would out grow the whelping den. It had gotten uncomfortable with the puppies and Gyda that he couldn't make room to fit himself, even if he tried. Even the puppies were getting uncomfortable and restless and so when Thuringwethil had gotten back from her brief trip, plans began to form to transfer the young ones into every day life. It is a bittersweet moment, he realizes, as the puppies have grown enough to move on. It seems like it has only been a few days since they were little round and lumpy potatoes rolling around with one another. And yet, here they are romping around and forming words and doing things that will one day shape them in the future. 

Thuringwethil makes a call, then, to the rest of the pack and he feels a sudden wave of anxiety as the inevitable happens. Soon, others will show to greet the newest dragons into their home and their teaching and training will begin. Once they've made the move, there's no turning back and soon they won't even need him anymore. Gavriel dismisses himself with Gyda for a few moments, looking through their options on where they may sleep at night. Frequently he glances back to the haphazard mess of puppies by Thuringwethil as she protectively watches over them in anticipation.