You ask where will we stand in the winds that will howl,
as all we see will slip into the cloud
A chuckle reverberated through is chest at her reply, amused not only by her words but also the baring of her teeth that lent itself more to a smile than anything remotely ferocious. Thistle - the name rang a bell. A cousin to some degree, he recalled, but either way family nonetheless. As the girl rolled off to his side, his molten gold eyes followed her, gravity pulling at the corners of his lips to offer a goofy grin of his own to the playful child. Innocence permeated from her, and he was glad to know that the children of the mountain were growing up in an atmosphere that fostered such quality of life. It boded well for the future of the pack.
"But of course, young Thistle. You'll surely rival our Changewing someday." His own tail waved slowly back and forth in the grass, finding himself quite content with the unexpected company he now kept. For as much as he was a man of logic and problem solving, he was also incredibly kind hearted and thoughtful. Rolling over onto his side so that his forelegs were above her head and his hind legs behind her tail, he glanced down at her. "I'm Viserion, and even though I'm a diplomat for the pack, I think I could probably help you with your training - if you want." An honest smile spread across his features, sure he could quickly scrape together some fun activity for her if she agreed.