Rhaegal roused from the warm forest floor, rays of light peaking through the evergreens and shining rays of light on his coat. Warmth. He had only gathered this from his family and the dens on their den before. Light. by the glow of the moon under the choke of cloud and the shine of others' eyes in the forest.

Following with quick steps after his mother, he would be met with his other-mother and two of his siblings. Sharp eyes pointed high and forward, listening to Kvitrafn go on about - something - he had missed it, but while Kvitrafn was finding jealousy in them, Rhaegal found her own new little ‘voice trick’ quite intriguing.

How cool… A murmur on his breath. Could she teach him to do that? When did that happen anyway? MOM- He looked to her, taking note of her quite bloody face, Mom, your face… Rhaegal points out the obvious, much so as everyone else. And then- a brief look around, Where's Mazikeen?