Sleeping Dragon But please don't need it

Sorry for my delay! >:

She listened to the explanation of what a paste was and as she listened, she turned her attention to Hvitserk, wondering what he made of this information. Though she would never want any paste on her, she could not get the thought out of her head of how it would feel on her. “It sounds icky,” she commented, wrinkling up her nose as she looked back to the spotted wolf.