Isolde, still shrouded in her inner world of adventure and exploration, gave a long, unconscious yawn. With her eyes slowly blinking closed, she was nearing that point where she would slip and fall intensely into her dream world. Only the ruffle of the evening wind kept her from dozing off now, though, soon, even the biting cold wouldn’t be able to keep her awake. So it would be that she would fall asleep under the stars, well outside the confines of a snug den. It wouldn’t be the first time. And many a time, she had woken to find herself nestled close beside her mother, anyway. But, at nearly six months of age, the child was growing fast. The queen couldn’t carry her daughter off to bed forever. One of these days, when she woke shivering and wondering where she was, she might have to learn to conquer her dreams and take herself home. But, for tonight, lost in her little world, the girl did not think of such things.

Her eyes were nearly closed when a voice interrupted the fantasy playing in her mind. Distant and foggy, her brother’s words whispered through her, and, for a moment, she closed her eyes against them. Still smiling, Isolde took a slow, deep breath, letting it out in a sigh as she rolled to her side and opened her teal ringed, brown eyes to Viserys. Her gaze swept over her littermate fondly and her tail gave a couple friendly, dull thumps on the grass behind her. They may not have been the best of friends, as Vis had their sister Aurai for such things, but she loved him nonetheless. There was a comradery in the blood they shared – something Isolde did not take lightly.

“Daddy is in a battle,” she replied matter-of-factly, though her girlish tone was touched with whimsy. “He’s fighting an army of demon spawn, side-by side the ice land king and his men. But, don’t worry. He is winning. And soon he will be home.”

The young girl gave a graceful lurch that pulled her to her paws and shook collected debris from her coat of mottled reds, black, and white. She was in that strange state of being where her coat wasn’t sure whether it wanted to bunch up like puppy cotton or fill in with adult fur, and it was growing thicker with the coming cold season. She felt oddly heavy these days, and as uneven as her coat appeared. But, she supposed, there were worse things to be had.

“And you, Vis?” She asked, head tilting curiously.