Sleeping Dragon i'll be right by your side till 3005

When Hvit had been roused earlier that day, he’d set out to wander around the territory. There’d been little to see, save for the changing of the leaves overhead, but he’d continued anyways until a point was reached at which he’d circled around and headed back towards the densite. He’d been too far off to see his sister as she’d approached, but he’d definitely heard her. The moment she’d called for him, the viking’s pace was picked up so that more ground was covered in less time, a smile having already spread across his face. Then, immediately after he'd seen her, it grew so wide that it looked as if the corners of his mouth might tear.

It was not with words that he’d greeted Freyja, but actions. Slowing down, any remaining distance between them had been closed by his quickened walk. The rabbit was ignored as his attention was given to her alone, muzzle finding its way to her cheek where he’d planted a quick kiss. “Missed you,” he’d murmured soon after, tail wagging the entire time. It had definitely been too long since they’d had a moment to themselves.