Sleeping Dragon If you need it

Still no luck.

It seemed as if Gavriel wouldn't give in, but neither would the boy. He'd never spent so much time away from home before, and it felt weird doing so, but he pushed the feeling away and focused on what he needed to do—and tracking wasn't it. Once again, the elder male's actions were mimicked as he lowered himself down until his stomach was pressed up against the earth. Never did he look away, for he wanted to catch sight of every movement made. In the process of doing so, he was struck by an idea, which he'd chosen to execute. The likelihood of it working could not be foreseen, but it was worth a shot.

Flopping onto his side, Hvit went on to then close his eyes. He'd kept still, for the most part, the only motions being the occasional twitch of one of his paws. Until he got his way, the boy planned to pretend as if he was sleeping. If all went well, maybe he'd even be taken home without having to move a muscle! One could hope.