Sleeping Dragon bone tongue

He had gathered with the others, keen ears turning towards Heda to catch every word she said as the meeting began.

He knew of Goliath, having recognized and sparred with the behemoth a while back, but he cranes his head to see the others, putting faces to names, or at the very least putting faces in his brain. But it is not only to welcome the newcomers that Heda called this meeting, oh no.

His tail thumped with enthusiasm as Freyja was promoted to Feisripa. She had been one of the few pups he had seen more than once, and he had watched her grow from toddler to warrior in almost an instant. He smiled broadly, almost prideful in the way he looked. As if he had done anything to help. But pride he felt nonetheless.