Sleeping Dragon But please don't need it

*screeches* BUT OF COURSE 

It was not dandelions that the freckled Skayona was around today, but rather lavender-- and an abundance of it. She held them carefully in her jaws as she moved across the territory, her tail swaying behind her. She had just left her gathering trip when she'd come across the scent of her favorite child-- Hvitserk, and Freyja appeared to be with him. She changed her course, still holding the Lavender in her jaws as she moved towards the scents. The pups were on the move, it seemed, so she had to play a bit of run-around before she found their definite position. 

When she saw the children-- although they may have seen her first-- she gave a sweet bark to call their full attention and lowered herself to the ground. Would they come to her, she'd settle herself fully and place the lavender to the side-- away from clumsy feet. "Hvitserk," she coos. "And the young feisripa," she adds, green gaze settling on Freyja. "Where are you both off to?"