'Twas a long and dark December

[bolder]

That familiar grin that Bolder has worn since childhood (and regardless of what shape he wears these days) emerges as the dragon clouds him in a plume of ice. It's cold - colder even than the weather outside - but the familiarity of the form before him warms the young shifter and striped pegasus smiles up at the only grandfather he has ever known. The winged boy even takes a step forward, before he hears a shout behind him and the copper horse turns his moon-marked face to the source of the sound.

He doesn't have to look behind him long, because Myrna is between his forelegs before he can even blink his silver eyes.

Lowering his copper head, he bumps his nose against the top of the kid's spinal mane. The form that she wears now is familiar, and Bolder has contemplated a time or two taking her to Taiga to show the similarities between his youngest cousin and the other ones they share in the Silver-Green Forest. Surely, that would help things there. (And his young mind thinks what would be the worst that could happen if he brought Myrna there looking as she does now? Their Uncle Yan might even laugh at the resemblance.)

Despite all the chill in the air, Leilan's laugh seems even colder.

"Grumpy, this is Myrna." He says, deciding to address the kid between his knees first. Bolder knows that his cousin is familiar with dragons; Mazikeen could be regularly seen stalking the borders of Hyaline as one. What would she make of this one? But his grandsire isn't a threat to the Pack. Bolder is certain of that, and the way he carefully moves forward to the resting dragon shows that, as he allows room for Myrna to move freely forward as he does.

"My, this is my grandfather, Leilan."

Bolder wondered briefly if she might be related to him as well, but refrained from asking (at least for now).

His brow furrows slightly but his chestnut ears prick forward, catching the last few sentences that the former Freyr was saying. "Isn't that something your not supposed to eat?" he asks, visibly confused, thinking of the plant that Borderline and Memorie had once taught him about and knowing nothing more of the name.

@ Viszla