Sleeping Dragon I'm your puppet

Left to his own devices with only the occasional prodding being issued, the boy had been happy. Though, after some time of working on the twig, he'd abandoned the thing altogether. It had been dropped from his mouth along with a nice glob of drool, and then afterwards he'd managed to pull himself around before eventually finding his way to Thur. Unknowingly, he'd made himself right at home against her cheek, pressing himself so deeply into her fur that it was a surprise he'd not smothered himself. There he'd stayed, enjoying both the plushness of her coat and the warmth that she could provide for him.