Sleeping Dragon somewhere a bloodmoon hangs in the sky

The happenings around him either went ignored or unnoticed, for preoccupied was his attention by the plant-lady. He'd nodded when his name was spoken, glad that he'd not been made to share it with her. For Hvit, it was always best when another being dealt out the introductions, for, should he be left to do it himself, the outsiders would never receive his name. It wasn't that he couldn't say it, but more so that he didn't want to, having decided that speaking wasn't a necessary thing all of the time. Many thoughts and ideas could be conveyed just as well without words as they could with them, and, at times, perhaps even better. Someday, perhaps he might utter something in the woman's direction, but the notion of doing so was, currently, far off the table.

Much to his displeasure, as well as a bit to his surprise, the topic of conversation shifted towards the man at her side: Dio, a Gona. The boy tilted his head as he regarded the other male, only to look back towards Portia and then between the two of them. He believed the woman's words, unable to call her a liar after she'd been so kind to him, as well as because she just didn't seem like the type. Their shared antics had stuck out to him more than the fact that he was near to a skilled warrior, relating them to the interactions witnessed between his mother and father. Not yet able to understand the workings of any sorts of relationships, really, he'd assumed that they, too, were parents. However, if that was the case, then where were the other whelps?

With his belief urging him onward, Hvitserk stretched out his neck in order to glance around Dio, having eyed the stranger both prior to and after having done so. Nothing there. Rounding Portia, he'd looked all around her, but still came up empty-handed. There weren't any children there aside from his sisters and himself, which made him wonder where they were hiding. Perhaps they were sick, considered the boy, and because of that were not allowed to leave their den. Since that seemed to make the most sense, it was the hypothesis that he'd settled on. Someday, he would meet them, but for the time being he'd sat himself down in front of the female, leaning against her forelimb whilst a few glances were sent towards her partner. Kids or not, Portia was still his favourite, so no one could take her away.