Aurelia's gold eyes were enormous. She was standing very still, the way a creature stands when something much larger than itself is covering it in affection and it has no frame of reference for why. Her tail gave one tentative wag. Then another.
Aegon: She wagged. Did you see that? She wagged for us.
Dex: I saw.
Aegon: Again. We make her run again. I will catch her faster.
He nudged her. She bolted. He tore after her with identical intensity, as though the outcome had ever been in question, as though this was the Olympics of wolf-chasing and not a training exercise in a forest where the only audience was squirrels.
Aegon treated every lap like a highlight reel and every wag like a trophy presentation.
He caught her. Licked her. Nuzzled her. Purred.
Aegon:I am the greatest hunter alive.
Dex:She let you catch her.
Aegon:Slander.
